“Fine. I’ve been busy.”
“With...?”
“I spoke with Benji. He’s trying to look for loopholes. I also have other lawyers who are looking into the will.”
“Wow, that’s nice of you. No pressure, though. If you can’t make it happen, it’s fine.”
“What?”
Trevor chuckled. “It’s just money, Danny. I mean, yeah, I’d love to get some, but no hard feelings if you can’t make it work.”
Chris frowned at Jay, who signaled him to keep talking.
“I... yeah, that’s great to hear.”
“No problem. Money shouldn’t come in the way of family. Anyway, Andy and I are going away for a while to clear our heads.”
“You’re going away? Where?”
“Down to Florida for a couple of weeks. Probably Miami. What? Oh, Andy says hi. He missed you like crazy!”
Chris visibly shivered.
“Keep doing what you’ve been doing, Danny. I have faith in you. We’ll talk soon.”
The call ended. Chris rubbed his face. “What the hell was that about?”
“Alibi. You could’ve been recording this call.”
“Iwasrecording this call. I automatically record every call I make.”
“Then he would’ve been stupid to say anything incriminating on record. It’s likely that he also recordedthat call, and now he has proof of him telling you that he’s driving to Florida, and that it’s fine if you end up keeping the money. If you go to the police and tell them you feel threatened, he’ll play them the conversation and end your case.” Jay leaned back, both impressed and worried. He had believed Chris when he said Trevor was dangerous, but now he’d gotten a live demonstration.One wrong move with that guy, and we’re fucked.“The bastard is preparing.”
Chris looked gray. “I don’t feel well.”
“I’ll get you some water.” By the time he got back with a glass, Chris was puking inside the salad bowl, thankfully leaving the mashed potatoes unharmed. Jay couldn’t blame his reaction since shit was getting real.
“Here.” He handed him the water and a napkin.
Chris drank slowly, not meeting Jay’s eyes.
“You should go lie down.”
“No, I just need air.” He leaned his face into his palms. “This is so fucked up!”
Jay kept quiet as he sat back down, allowing Chris to process.
After a few moments, the color began to creep back into his face. “I’m okay.”
“I doubt it, but you will be in a minute.” Jay pulled out a small silver box from his pocket.
Chris squinted. “Is this...?”
“A friend with weed, a friend indeed. I was close to smoking it last night when I couldn’t sleep, but I had afeeling we might need it today. Unless you don’t want to...”
“Shut up and roll.”
Jay snickered. “Good boy.”
