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“Oh, come on.” Aldric jerked his chin toward Oliver. “Oliver wants to know what’s inside too.”
“I can play my game while I wait.”
Aldric made a face at him. “Fine. Let me know when Elton comes down. I want to see what she got him.” He got to his feet. “What did Clary make for breakfast today?”
Now that Aldric brought it up, Oliver was kind of hungry. He’d been playing his game since opening his present. He turned to Seth expectantly.
“She didn’t cook.”
Oliver sighed, dejected.
“Why?” Aldric asked.
“She’s not your maid,” Seth said, then added, “It’s all Zane’s fault.”
“Then why isn’t he already out buying food?” Aldric lay down on the couch. “Wake me up when he gets back with food.”
Seth glanced toward the back of the house.
Oliver nudged Seth with his elbow. “Let’s set up the Star Wars game and play.” Hopefully, by the end of the game, Zane would have made up with Clary.
CHAPTER 9
Tell me why should I trust you. How do I know that you’re not just another plot my murderous ex-assistant set up to derail me? Clary stared at the text bubble and waited.
And waited.
While Pete Laker had no problem bombarding her with text messages all of yesterday, it seemed he had no intention of revealing who was behind his appearance in her life.
She drummed her fingers on the wooden table. Who else might send a private investigator to warn her about the Andersons? She licked her lips as she thought about the obvious person—Jimmy.
Clary dropped her gaze to the scar on her palm before blowing out a breath and shaking her head.
Seth had thought that Jimmy might be the one who had held them up at gunpoint, but he was wrong. It had simply been someone who was angry about his family not being accepted into Movement’s medical trial.
Could this be about Movement business too?
There were people picketing outside Seth’s company, and there were conspiracy theories revolving around Movement. Any of the people picketing or people who believed in the conspiracy theories would think Seth was a real danger.
“If so, how can I narrow down the suspects?” Clary tapped on her phone to make sure she hadn’t missed any text messages from Pete.
Despite the lack of notifications, she entered the text message application. “You’re the only one who can give me a definite answer,” she said to the string of numbers she hadn’t bothered to save. “Are you still sleeping?”
She didn’t want to go back inside the house for now, though. She was quite comfortable right where she was.
Getting out of the message application, she went through the different playlists she had in her phone. She blasted her favorite list of Christian songs, then put down her phone and strolled around the room. She checked out more wines while thanking God for Mr. E and Grandma Moretti.
Of course, she spent some time complaining about the Andersons too. How could she not? It wasn’t as if God didn’t already know why she was walking around in the cellar.
Eventually, she forgot everything else and sang along, having her own praise and worship session.
A ping interrupted the song, and Clary hurried over to grab her phone.
Meet me. Alone. Then we’ll talk.
Clary poked her tongue into her cheek. She already knew what Seth would say if she agreed to that. There was no way he—or even Zane—would let her do it alone.
I don’t trust you enough to come alone. She licked her lips as her thumb hovered over the send button.
