“Yes, come in. Here’s Zane’s report about Michael, Brenda, and Tyson, her brother,” replied Jackson, passing the report over to him.
Grabbing a seat in front of Jackson’s desk, Dylon read the document, then whistled. “The High Council will be very interested in this.”
“Do you really think it’s possible for her crimes and Michael’s to go on for so long without catching the attention of the Council?” asked Steel.
“Honestly? No, though I haven’t a clue as to why it has,” Dylon answered.
“Neither does Steel. We were just discussing it when you came in. Someone is getting paid off to look the other way. If there wasn’t my uncle’s complaint hanging over my head, I would call your father, but I can’t…conflict of interest and all that crap,” said Jackson.
“I know, but I can call him,” said Dylon. “Before I do that, this report supplied me with the final piece of the puzzle I was looking for. I reviewed the floor plan you sent me…the rescue operation is doable, but that doesn’t address her demand for David…or his safety. In fact, if we went into the convent without the permission of the High Council, it could cause you a lot of trouble.
“But Zane’s report?” he continued. “That’s our ticket to go in and retrieve David’s mother legally. The tricky part is knowing who to trust at the Council and for that, I musttalk to my father. Do I have your permission to share Zane’s report with him?” asked Dylon.
“Only if he agrees to keep it between you two. I don’t want Brenda’s Council contact alerting her to what we’re doing,” Jackson said.
“Understood. Now that I have the final piece in place, I’ll be able to tell everyone involved what their part will be,” said Dylon.
“Good. How long will it take?” Jackson asked.
“Gimme a couple of hours at the most,” replied Dylon, rising.
“Fine,” Jackson said, looking at the time. “How ‘bout we meet back here after breakfast?”
Giving Jackson a thumbs-up on his way out, Dylon hurried toward his office to contact his father.
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Tyson arrived at the corner where he was supposed to meet Brenda’s contact but found no one waiting. Spying a coffee shop across the street, he headed there, thinking it would be a good place to grab a bite while waiting for the dude to show up. After ordering, Tyson claimed a table in the back so he’d have some privacy but still be able to see out the window. Drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair, Tyson was pissed at the delay. He called his sister, then waited.
“Tyson,” Brenda said.
“Hi sis. Whoever your contact is hasn’t shown up yet. Can you call him and find out when he’s coming?”
“Where are you now?”
“Sitting in a coffee shop across from the hotel. I thought he was supposed to be waiting for me.”
“Shit, just a minute.” Brenda opened the program on her computer. Blinking her eyes twice at what she found, she said to her brother, “Something’s fucked up. You stay there and as soon as it’s sorted out, I’ll call you back.” Hanging up, she looked back at her screen. Thinking it was a computer glitch, she swore, “Fucking piece of shit!” at it. When rebooting still showed red dots scattered throughout the city, Brenda reacted angrily. Muttering, she grabbed her phone, dialing the first man on her list, trying to find out why her orders weren’t being followed. But neither he nor any of the others answered her calls.
Slamming down her phone, Brenda stared at the screen, hoping the answer would be found there. The only good thing was she knew where David was, but that was of little use without her men. Sorting through her options, Brenda was unhappy with all of them, but finally made a decision. Dialing another number and hearing a voice answer, she said, “I’m ready to collect on the debt you owe me.”
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“Hi son, how are Cody and the twins?” Franklin asked, after he took Dylon’s call.
“Cody is well and Jake and Jessica have grown so much. I swear everyday one or the other is doing something new. We’re pretty sure Jessica is an alpha because she rules the roost,” Dylon chuckled.
“Or is it more like she has you wrapped around her finger?” asked Frank.
“Maybe…that’s what Cody claims.”
Laughing, Frank said, “Never contradict Cody and I guarantee you’ll have a happy life. Now, as much as I love hearing about my grandpups, I’m sure that’s not the reason you called me. So, let’s have it.”
Smiling at his father’s astuteness, Dylon said, “Has the High Council been informed about David Rossi?”
“Yes, and it created quite a stir here. Everyone is wondering who he is since there isn’t a record of his birth. Wait, who told you? It’s been very hush, hush here until the Council meets to discuss it.”
“What I’m about to tell you must be kept between the two of us and you will see why in a moment. Do I have your word?”
