Page 53 of The Sinner


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“You have the wrong number.”

My neck jutted back. “What do you mean, I have the wrong number? That’s not possible?—”

“Buddy, this is my cell phone, and my name isn’t Lily. I don’t even know who that is.” He laughed and hung up.

There had to be a mistake.

Could phone lines get crossed? Was that even a thing?

Had she left her phone out and one of the Daltons disguised their voice just to piss me off?

I pressed the Call button again.

“You’re not going to keep calling, are you?” the guy asked as he answered. “I told you, there is no Lily here, and this isn’t her number. Please don’t keep calling me.” He hung up.

A bolt of anger shot through my chest, my hands shaking as I held my cell, staring at the home screen.

It couldn’t be the wrong number. I’d typed it in correctly. I’d even repeated it to Lily to confirm.

That meant she’d either given me the wrong number or, somehow, this was one big mistake.

Regardless, I didn’t fucking like it.

I picked up my office line, connecting to our assistant, and said, “Kathleen, I need you to book the jet for a trip to Edinburgh, leaving as soon as possible.”

“Oh boy.”

My eyes squinted shut, my jaw tensing. “What?”

“How quickly does as soon as possible mean?”

“Yesterday.”

“Then, that’s going to be a problem. It’s currently scheduled about four weeks out.”

Four fucking weeks?

This was getting out of control. We needed another plane.

I slammed the phone into the receiver and squeezed my cell so tightly that I wouldn’t be surprised if the screen shattered.

No jet.

No phone number.

Fuck that.

I pulled up my Contacts again, searching for the number I needed, and held the phone to my face.

“What can I do for you?—”

“Dominick, I need to borrow your jet. I need it within the next two days. And I need the one Lily works on.”

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Lily

Three weeks. That was how much time I had left with the Daltons. So, I spent my downtime planning on what I was going to do after this contract ended. I enjoyed all the years I’d worked for commercial airlines; at that stage of my life, the schedule had been perfect.

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