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“No, we don’t. Talk to you later,” I reply, hitting the end button.
Mandy
After Trey hangs up with Chester, we both stare at his phone waiting for Carly’s contact information. After several long seconds his phone chimes and he clicks on her name. He punches her number and holds the phone between us, allowing me to hear as well. It goes immediately to voicemail and we hear the standard AT&T greeting that rattles off her phone number and asks him to leave a message.
“Carly, this is Trey Addison. Please give me a call when you get this. It’s urgent,” he says before ending the call and lowering the phone.
“So, she’s apparently in the air,” I state, since it seems obvious.
“Yeah, her phone is off.” He looks down with a concerned look on his face. “Dad had basically cut her out of his will. Why would he do that?”
“Didn’t Chester say he thought she had cheated on him?” I ask, thinking maybe I hadn’t heard him right.
“That’s what he thought, but Dad didn’t actually tell him why,” he replies, still deep in thought. “I think it’s something more than that. Tommy is probably the only other person who knows the answer to that.”
“Yeah, he still seems to be at the center of it all,” I reply in full agreement.
“Are you Trey Addison?” a voice suddenly booms off to the side. We both turn to see a man quickly approaching in a sand colored t-shirt, camouflaged pants and sand colored combat boots.
“I’m Trey,” he replies, rising to greet him. “You must be Anthony.”
“Indeed, for this mission I’ll be your new limo driver,” he says with a smile breaking across his chiseled features. This guy is intimidating as hell, even without any weapons.
“This is Mandy,” Trey tells him, turning to introduce me.
“Hello Ma’am, it’s a pleasure,” he says with a smile and a nod of his head. I’m amazed by the striations in his forearm as I shake his hand and instantly feel the power of his grip. This guy is definitely in great shape.
“Jack said you’ve done some work for him?” Trey asks, wanting a little more background on him.
“Yeah, he thought he was in real danger but it turned out to be just a rich, young punk messing with him.” He laughs. “It didn’t take much to scare the shit out of him.”
“What division were you with prior to the Alpha 9?” Trey asks, seeming eager to find out more about who he has in his corner.
“MARSOC, which is a division of the Marines that most people have never heard about,” he says with a smirk. “I was an active sniper in both Iraq and Afghanistan.”
“So you were the real life version of the guy in American Sniper?” I feel compelled to ask. “I loved that movie.”
“Yeah, I guess so, but I have to say I found the people of Iraq to be very friendly and hospitable,” he replies. My question had obviously struck a nerve. “There are some very bad people over there, but ninety nine percent of them are very congenial.”
“It’s funny that we don’t hear more about that,” Trey says pensively. “All we ever see is the radicals, Sadam Hussein, Al-Qaeda, the Taliban and ISIS.”
“Unfortunately, that’s all they see of us as well,” he responds with a sigh. “That’s why so many of us went out of our way to be nice to civilians. But, enough about that. What are you guys up against?”
“Well, unfortunately, we are kind of flying blind,” Trey tells him with a shrug of his shoulders. “It all started with my father being killed by a sniper and then my brother was poisoned with pentobarbital.”
“The man who killed your father may have shot from long-range, but he was not a sniper,” Anthony replies in a solemn tone. “Snipers serve to protect their troops, not to gun down innocent civilians. Your father was shot by a contract killer, a murderer.”
“I’m sorry, he was a professional,” Trey says defensively. “I guess that was my point. They never figured out exactly where the shot came from and there wasn’t a shred of evidence,” he explains in more detail. “Are they with you?” he asks, pointing to the others lurking by the doorway.
“Yes, this is Jules”, he says motioning to the only woman in the group to join us. “Jules is not Alpha 9, she actually lives in my building, but she also happens to be an MMA superstar. I brought her along because she can decoy for you,” he says nodding to me. “And she can definitely hold her own in combat if need be.” Jules instantly reminds me of Angelina Jolie in Tomb Raider with her long dark hair, full lips and big beautiful eyes. She’s dressed in a black tank top, black yoga shorts and matching black boots.
