Chapter 17
Lucky
The meeting with the college president went better than I’d hoped. However, we still have a long way to go before we’re out of danger.
Outside, my ears ache from the cold, so I step behind a snowbank in a small parking lot, away from the frigid wind as well as Callie’s interested gaze. Then, a door slams, I look up, and Suds waves to me from one of Patten’s bulletproof SUV’s. He points out another one parked in the lot.
Grayson’s worried. I press his number and put my cell phone to my ear.
“How much does Calliope know about Yuri?” My boss sounds a bit annoyed.
Rather than answer straight away, I take a deep breath and glance at clouds racing across the sky. “Nothing, other than what you just said.”
“She’s holding something back. What is it?”
Damn, no wonder my boss is a billionaire. “I can’t say but I’ll send you a secure link when I get back to her house. Did you find anything more on Chase?”
“Yeah, he’s up to his balls in debt.”
“I thought he was rolling in dough?”
“His family is but they cut him off.”
“Well fook me dead.”
“No thanks.” Gray chuckles. “And Lucky?”
“Yeah, boss?”
“Stay on this side of the law.” He hangs up, my agreement assumed.
Fook, that’s almost impossible.How the hell did I end up in the middle of a bloomin’ espionage investigation? It boggles the mind.
Walking between the five-foot snowbanks, I find Callie next to the door, jumping up and down to stay warm.
“Let’s take you home.” My gloved hand reaches for her pink mittens.
With the first real smile I’ve seen today she puts her hand where it belongs. “I wish I could talk to Gerard, I’m sure this is all one big misunderstanding.”
“Yeah, nah. We should talk.” My jaw clamped shut, I escort her to the SUV.
“Talk about what?”
“Your buddy Gerard, but not here.” There’s a headset in the compartment between the seats which I stick in my ear then speak out loud in the cab. “All clear?”
Suds, tuned into the built-in mic responds, his voice unusually tight. “Drive.”
After starting up the familiar vehicle, I keep my eyes peeled for any signs of someone following. I wish I could take her to the safe house again but that would piss off the FBI.
When I drop my overnight bag on her couch, Callie’s eyes go wide. “You can’t just move in.”
“Sure, I can. Easy. I just park me arse down and done. We should celebrate your thesis.”
“But Gerard.”
“Stole your work.” Opening her fridge, I find no beer.Unacceptable. “Do you have anything stronger than juice?”
She drags a small stepstool from a closet, plops it next to me, and climbs until her sweet arse is beside my mouth. Digging into the cupboard above the fridge, she reaches deep and leans into my head.
