Page 64 of Poison Aches
“Is that nonnegotiable.”
“Yes.”
“What else?”
“A donation.”
“A donation?”
“The thing is like a fundraiser. You’ll see. I’ll give you all the details. Dress accordingly.”
Before I can tell him exactly what I think of his instructions, the line goes dead.
If there’s anyone who knows how to escape dangerous situations, it’s this fucker.
“Did you find out?” I ask Kai. We’re getting closer to the humongous estate at the top of the hill.
“Yes sir,” Kai starts. “Ty found it.”
“Call him in.”
“Yes, sir.”
It’s raining hard but all I can do is stare at the image of Angel on the iPad.
I haven’t seen her in over a year and in all this time, I’ve made it a point not to think of her but now, all my efforts are meaningless.
“Good evening, sir,” Ty—Kai’s twin brother—says, his voice crackling over the speakers.
“Ty, what did you find?”
“Indeed, Ms. Irving’s been very busy in the last few hours.”
“Hours, huh?”
I knew it.
“I’ve sent you the diagnosis report as well as her past activities from the last three years. It’s pretty impressive.”
“They haven’t traced her down yet?”
“As per your instruction three years ago, we’ve managed to maintain dummies on her network, sir.”
Good.
“She’s scheduled to fly to New York City in a few days.”
I pause, so it’s true.
“Why?”
“It seems contact was made.”
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.
Angel is a glutton for trouble, it’s ridiculous.
“She made contact first?”
