“Sorry about that, but we didn’t know where you were. It was dumb luck on my part that I went into Fool’s Gold yesterday and asked around about you that I found out you were shot,” Minchin explained. “Otherwise, we’d have still be searching for you.”
Dan grunted. “Not too hard if you ask me. I think I wasn’t that important to Mr. Warshafsky, or he’d have found me sooner.”
Minchin heard the bitterness in Dan’s voice, and he could see how he might feel that way. “Look, let’s put that behind us. We’ve found you and Mr. Warshafsky wants you to know that you are a valued employee, and he is anxious to have you back with him as soon as you can return. Here is my card.” He handed it to the therapist. “You give me a call when you are ready to leave this place and I will come and get you. Is that good?”
Dan turned at the top of the step and looked at him. “If that is what Mr. Warshafsky wants, then I will be happy to return, but I want him to know I am a loyal employee. I have always been a loyal employee.”
“I’m sure you are,” Minchin said.
“He didn’t treat me that way. He didn’t talk to me that way. I won’t be talked to that way if I return,” Dan said.
“I will relay your concerns to him,” Minchin said.
“Good.” Dan started back down the steps again. “They say I get out in a week. “’ll call you then.”
“Fine. I’ll be waiting for your call,” he said. “I’ll leave you to your therapy.”
CHAPTER 12
Leland Warshafsky feltgood after he hung up with Minchin. The news that Dan had been located set well with him. The fact that the man was in a rehabilitation center recovering from a gunshot wound that had left him needing treatment concerned him, but it was a far better outcome than anything he’d have expected when the man went missing. But he wasn’t about to take this at face value without checking out the facts. Minchin may have done the leg work to locate Dan, but now it would be up to Tate Landry and his private investigators to give him proof that this was the real deal.
He had less than twelve hours before Seth Masters and his men arrived, and he was determined to have evidence that Dan was not the reason for his problems. Making the phone call to Landry, he got the junior attorney after five rings.
“Mr. Warshafsky, what can I do for you today?” he asked.
“I need a situation verified,” Leland said. “One of my men went missing after the raid back in June and we just located him in a physical rehabilitation center. I want to know for a fact that everything we have discovered is on the up and up and that he is not the reason behind that raid in June. Is that clear? He was supposed to have gotten shot the night of the raid leaving himparalyzed on one side needing therapy to get back to functioning at full capacity. I don’t want to sound cynical, but too much has happened. I want to be certain before I bring him back into my fold. Is that understood?”
“Loud and clear. This man’s name?” Landry said.
“Dan…” Leland thought for a minute trying to recall the man’s full name. He remembered it was Irish because he’d been hesitant to take the man on at first because of his bad experience working with Micks. But Nuchols had pointed out just because his last name was O’Shea didn’t mean he was anymore Irish than an O’Neil. That too many generations had been on American soil marrying Italians, Brits, Poles, and whatnot until it didn’t really matter anymore.
Leland chuckled to himself as he remembered his speech that had finally convinced him to give the man a shot. So, it was ironic that Nuchols had landed himself in jail with a Brit and a Pol.
“It’s O’Shea. Talk to Minchin. He can tell you which rehab facility he is at and anything else he has discovered about him.”
“Will do,” Landry said.
“I also need this information within the next twelve hours if you can make it happen. I need to know before one of my associates arrives in town,” Leland said. “There is a nice bonus for you if you can do it.”
“I’ll make it a priority,” Landy assured him.
“Good. I look forward to hearing back from you,” he said and hung up the call. He turned to preparing for Seth’s arrival. He couldn’t exactly welcome him at his Chieftain, even though he knew he should stay in hiding. He’d have to move locations.
After careful consideration he made the call to Minchin. “I need you to pick me up.”
“Where do you want to go?” Minchin asked.
“I’m still working on that,” Leland explained. “I’ll meet you at the front gate of the RV park. How soon can you be here?”
“Fifteen minutes,” Minchin said. “I’ll call if traffic is heavy.”
“Okay.”
He hung up and prepared his place to be vacated for a while because he didn’t know when he’d be able to return. So, he gathered up what he needed and packed a backpack with essentials and headed toward the front of the RV park to wait. The sun had already set so he was able to move through the park under the cover of darkness. As he weaved his way between the parked motorhomes he decided on where he would go while Masters was in town. He had a warehouse that had been renovated into loft apartments. The top floor was kept for when his superiors came to town. He’d treat Masters, his men, and himself to this luxury.
Minchin was waiting when he arrived at the gate, and he got into his car. He gave him the address with instructions on what supplies to pick up after dropping him off. “I want the place stocked before Masters and his men arrive.”
“I’ll have it all there by nine in the morning,” Minich promised. “Is there anything else you need, boss?”
