“Of course, sir,” the voice responds. The guy won’t ask questions – this company specializes in these kinds of requests. I would never have found them if it wasn’t for Cory; I think they’re enlisted for a string of rock bands or something. So they’ll probably assume I went on a bender and trashed the place. I don’t really care, as long as my home is back to normal when I get back later. And I need to know that Buford’s guys are long gone.
I look down at myself and pull a face. I also need a change of clothes. Thankfully, I’ve emerged from the park just yards from a trendy little shopping center. I duck in and head for the first male clothing boutique.
Forty minutes later, I’m in new Levis and a fresh navy-blue button-down shirt, when my phone rings.
“All secure, sir,” the voice on the other end says.
“Good news,” I reply.
“Our men will be there for a little longer to...clear the scene,” he goes on. I guess that’s code for ‘clean up the shit’.Thank god.I shudder to think what damage was done, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Right now, I have less than five minutes to get to Arielle’s place for our date.
I’m gonna be late.
