Trent grinned. “Boys, boys, boys. Do you think Liv and I only carry our Potomac-issued phones when we travel? Be serious. I’m not sexting my wife on the company phone.”
Jake rubbed his forehead. “I don’t think we need to know that you sext your wife at all, dude.”
Trent just laughed. On his way out of the room, he nodded at Omar. “Hope you’re taking notes, Khan.”
Omar looked at Ryan. “If you sext my sister, I never want to find out about it.”
“Don’t worry. You won’t.”
“Wait ….”
“I wouldn’t think too hard about it, Omar,” Jake advised.
Olivia’s pocket chirped while she and Marielle were in the back of the car Poppy had sent to ferry them to the concert.
Marielle blinked at her. “Do you have a bird?”
“Do I have a bird?” Olivia repeated slowly, as the chirping continued.
“Your pocket’s chirping.”
Olivia shook her head and pulled a cell phone out of her dress pocket. “Hey, babe.”
“What are you doing?” Marielle hissed, outraged. “Your phone is supposed to be in that aluminum foil cage thing.”
She covered the speaker with her palm. “Relax, these are the phones Trent and I use for personal business.”
Personal business? She figured she didn’t want to know. But she also figured she and Omar needed to get some personal business phones of their own.
“I’m gonna put you on speaker so Elle can hear this, too.”
“Hey, Marielle,” Trent said. “I was just telling Liv that according to Brad Hampton’s Instagram, he’s in Paris right now. We need Poppy to get a few drinks into him and see if she can get any more details out of him. Omar thinks he might know more than he realizes.”
“Huh, okay. Well, it worked with Hanna,” Marielle said.
“How so?”
“She knows the address where her father was shipping fireworks in Calgary.”
“Yes!”
She could almost see the fist pump on the other end of the phone.
“I’ll text it to you when we hang up.”
“Be good, Santos.”
“You be good, Mann.”
Marielle mimed gagging while they said their protracted goodbyes.
Olivia nudged her with her shoulder and laughed. “You’ll be doing the same, soon enough.”
Then she took out the napkin from Hanna and copied the address into a text.
After she sent it, Marielle asked to borrow the phone. “I want to text the guys a description of that woman from Le Coeur. Find out if she’s a known associate of the Tunisians or the Hamptons.”
“Good idea.” Olivia passed her the phone.
