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“I sure as hell hope you are right,” I reply, giving him a solemn glare. “Why was Bill so pissed yesterday?”
“I don’t know,” Nolan replies, his gaze falling to the floor. “He left me a voicemail about two o’clock, but I didn’t call him back. I could tell he was upset and I just didn’t want to hear any more bad news.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” I think back on all the Sunday afternoons that I let Dad’s calls go to voicemail. I was usually hung-over and in no mood for a lecture. “Let’s go over to Trump Tower so you can see your wife and see if there is anything she can add to this conversation.”
“Yeah, Romeo made everyone leave their cell phones behind,” Anthony tells us. “Since he didn’t know which ones were clean.”
“I’m on a private cell plan, but unfortunately I didn’t take it with me when I went outside for a smoke last night,” Nolan replies. “Aileen has always been on her dad’s plan.”
“So, most likely it’s a corporate phone and Tommy has access to her account,” I confirm. “Let’s go down; I want to show you our new ride.”
“New ride?” Anthony asks, furrowing his brows.
“I found one of those Sentinels you were talking about last night,” I inform him with a smile. The look of disbelief on his face is priceless. “I know you wanted to try one out. Seriously, the thing has over five hundred horsepower.”
“So you bought one this morning,” he scoffs, cocking his head and giving me a smirk. “Was it really that torturous riding in the Suburban?”
“He doesn’t like brown,” Mandy pipes up. “It has to be black and shiny or Trey wants nothing to do with it.”
“That’s not true,” I counter. “I love red Ferrari’s or Lamborghini’s and Silver Corvettes as long as they have plenty of contrasting black and chrome wheels.”
“I love that old Suburban,” Anthony scoffs as we make our way to the elevator. “That beast has gotten me through some tough situations.”
“Well, I’m taking this one with me to California, so when we are done you can go back to driving it.” I laugh and give him a slap on the back. “Her dad is the same way,” I tell him, referring to Ray’s old Chevy truck that has a quarter-million miles on it.
“Your Suburban is in a lot better shape than Dad’s pickup truck,” Mandy assures him with a giggle. “That thing is at least fifteen years older than me.”
Anthony just shakes his head and when the elevator touches down, he is the first one out the door. Walking with conviction, he heads straight out the front door with the rest of us practically jogging to keep pace. “Is that it?” he asks, glancing back at me.
“See… isn’t it sweet?” I stop at the valet to grab the keys.
“Oh my God, this is a goddamn dream machine,” he proclaims as he opens up the door and shakes his head in amazement. “This thing is fucking beautiful!”
“So you aren’t going to miss driving the brown one for the next couple days?” I chuckle, jumping in on the passenger side.
“I’ll survive. I still love that old beast, regardless of your opinion,” he grunts and slaps on his seatbelt.
“I’m really sorry about everything,” Nolan says leaning forward from the back seat. “I never would’ve dreamt that things would get so messed up.”
“It’s certainly not your fault,” I tell him, turning in my seat to look him in the eye. “I just want you to help us figure it all out. So if there’s anything you haven’t told us.”
“I’ll help you all I can!” he exclaims, interrupting me. “I know Aileen and I are the next targets. I’m not sure why, because I don’t think either of us even know why Bill was killed.”
“They probably chased you last night just to scare the shit out of you,” Anthony tells him as he shifts the Sentinel into gear and looks to pull out into traffic. “Somebody rattled these two last night too.” He nods in my direction.
“Yeah, somebody was following our limo last night and rammed our bumper when we stopped at the corner in front of the hospital,” I further explain. “Did they mess with Romeo and the others last night?” I ask, turning back to Anthony.
“They were followed, but whoever it was kept their distance. Romeo was a little disappointed. He had two nines and four clips ready to go.” Anthony chuckles to himself as he punches the accelerator and blasts into a small gap in the traffic. “Well, she’s got some balls.” He nods in a show of approval. “God, I have good taste in vehicles.” He stares forward through the windshield with a smug look on his face.
