“Should we sit in on the call?”
“That’s a good idea,” Wilder says.
“I agree. This impacts all of us. We’ll patch Dad on the call as well.”
As a board member, Potter doesn’t work for us. So, tapping into his work computer or his company phone was off the table. In order to find out what the weasel has up his sleeve, Bryce’s team had to go at it the old-fashioned way––surveillance.
“I can’t wait to find out what kind of dirt he was able to find on Potter,” Wilder says.
“I hope it’s enough to kick his ass to the curb,” Slate says.
“From your lips to God’s ears.”
My phone rings.
My eyes drop to the screen.
I snatch my iPhone off the conference room table and accept the call. “Good morning, Niels.”
“Good afternoon from New York City,” he says. “Am I catching you at a bad time?”
“I’m finishing up a meeting with Wilder and Slate,” I say. “How can I help you?”
“Are they still with you?”
“Yes, they are. We’re sitting in one of the conference rooms.”
“Can you talk or would you prefer I call at a later time?”
“No, now is fine.”
I swing an apologetic gaze towards my brothers.
They nod their understanding.
Wilder points to the door.
I shake my head and gesture for him to wait.
“I just hung up with the lead investigator you so generously hired to help figure out who was behind the fire that incinerated my house to rubble,” Niels says.
This should be good.“Niels, is it okay if I put you on speaker phone? I want my brothers to listen in on the conversation. Dad isn’t here, but I can fill him in later.”
“Works for me.”
I place my phone on the conference table and tap the icon on the screen.
“You’re on,” I say.
“Can you hear me okay?” Niels’s voice booms through the speakers.
“Loud and clear,” I say.
After a round of greetings, I cut to the chase. “So, what’s the verdict?”
“There’s no arguing. The fire was a crime. The insurance will kick in and I’ll will get the money.”
“Good news.”
