“No,” Drew rolled over, trying to ignore him.
“What time is it?” Bethany frowned, looking at her watch. “Four in the morning?”
“Don’t matter what time it is,” Molson poked Drew in the back. “Get up.”
“There’s no more cake,” Drew told him. “We ate it all. Go away.”
“I’ll get water and pour it over you,” Molson threatened. “Just like Jana used to do if we didn’t get up in time for school.”
“You will not!” Drew growled.
“Did she do that?” Bethany asked in disbelief.
“She did,” Drew confirmed darkly as he got out of bed, pushing past Molson for the washroom.
Molson grabbed some clothes out of Drew’s closet, throwing them into the bathroom after him. “Get dressed.”
“Where are you taking him?” Bethany rubbed her eyes, blinking at Molson.
“To Max Ramesly’s. He’s going to get hold of that reporter, Sterling Denver. Then we’re all gonna sit down together cuz I got a plan,” Molson told her.
“Then I’m coming,” Bethany pulled herself out from her warm bed, pulling on her robe.
“You ain’t got a lot of time to get pretty,” Molson warned her. “I want to get this going before people start leaving for work and then it has to wait until the end of the day.”
Bethany rolled her eyes as she grabbed some clothes. “Brush my hair, brush my teeth, grab a bagel and I’ll be out the door before Drew.”
“Forget the bagel, I’m sure we can mooch breakfast off Max. He looked like he wasn’t starving so I bet he’s got a well-stocked kitchen,” Molson told her.
“You and your stomach,” Bethany joined Drew in the washroom.
A short time later, Molson was knocking on Max’s condo door. He was loud enough to wake the dead.
“We probably should have called,” Drew leaned against the wall, suppressing a yawn.
“You got his number?” Molson asked in surprise.
“Yup,” Drew slipped an arm around Bethany who leaned on him.
Molson frowned. “You got Sterling Denver’s number?”
“Actually yes,” Drew frowned. “Why do you want her number?”
“We didn’t need to come here at all then,” Molson complained as the door opened. “I just needed to talk to Sterling.”
“Then why are you here?” a sleepy Max asked. He checked his watch. “I had another twenty minutes of bliss before the alarm is set to go off.”
“Cuz I wanted Sterling Denver’s phone number,” Molson sighed, annoyed at the delay.
“Why do you need to talk to Sterling?” Bethany asked.
“Come in, drink copious amounts of coffee, call Sterling,” Max invited them.
“Coffee,” Drew murmured, pulling Bethany into the apartment.
Molson reluctantly followed, shutting the door after himself.
“What is going on?” Piaget held a toddler in her arms as she emerged from a bedroom.
