“I like to think I’m a pretty good judge of character, actually,” I said, trying to sound modest.
She stopped for a moment. “I’m just going to save us the trouble. I don’t want anything to do with my father or any of his friends. It’s just that simple.” She hesitated a moment, then spun around and walked off.
The conversation had drawn quite a few stares.
“I guess I’ll see you at the track,” I said, calling after her.
She ignored me and pushed through the doors.
I shrugged to my impromptu audience before leaving.
The sidewalk bustled with tourists strolling up and down the boulevard. Kendra was already at the corner. I didn’t bother chasing after her.
It was too bad. She was growing on me. I liked Mickey, but there were obviously some deep-seated issues between them. It wasn’t my place to judge. I just hoped that someday they could fix things before it was too late.
I left Oyster Avenue and headed back to Diver Down. I took a seat at the bar and shot the breeze with Teagan. By that time, I was pretty hungry. I ordered a mushroom cheeseburger, a basket of sweet potato fries, and washed it all down with a Diet Coke.
Harlan took his usual seat at the end of the bar, nursing a longneck.
"I can't believe the Five Fathoms got ripped off today," Teagan said. "At least you got those guys.”
"All but one," I said.
"Think you'll get him?"
"I'm cautiously optimistic," I said with a grin.
"And what were you doing at the Five Fathoms today? Hot lunch date?" she asked, fishing.
"I’d call it more of a business meeting.”
"Business, huh?” she said with doubtful eyes.
"Have you seen Flynn or JD?"
"They haven't been in today. What's Flynn doing in town?”
I gave her the story.
"That sounds interesting. I want to meet him.”
“If you’re lucky,” I said with a wink.
“You know they say there's $150 million?—“
"I know.”
She leaned in with intrigued eyes. "Is it true?”
I shrugged. "Mickey is kinda cagey about that.”
"I would be too. Shit, if I get that kind of money, I'm not telling a soul. But there will be signs."
I chuckled.
My phone buzzed with a call from Tiffany. I excused myself and answered. "What can I do for you, Mrs. Madison?”
Teagan lifted an intrigued eyebrow and leaned in close to hear.
