I whistled. "Slick. Very impressive."
"We need to have a better idea of where we're going to put the hotels," Mike reiterated.
I opened my mouth to complain.
"If we bring this factory land under option from the city," Mike said, cutting me off, "we need to spend some time investigating. The Art Zurich Expo regularly attracts over sixty thousand people. We will need at least eighty percent of that number in keys."
"Did you look for the owner of the strip mall site adjacent to the factory?" Hunter asked.
"I did some cursory searching; I think the city owns it, but I'm not sure. There was a random shell LLC listed as the property owner, but they haven't paid taxes. Usually in that situation, the property reverts to the city at some point. It's complicated," Mike said. "I'm having our interns look into it."
"What interns?"
"Eli and Tristan," Mace said, sticking his head in the room. "You need to be more of a team player and help out with the younger brothers."
"I'm better than those losers in Seattle," I protested.
"Marginally," Mace said, looking at his watch. "You better leave now. You're going to be late for art camp."
* * *
I raced backto the estate to pick up Otis and Theo. They were waiting impatiently on the front stoop.
"You're so cute with your little easels and paint boxes."
"We're trying to make a marketable product," Otis said. "It's not a joke."
"Right, right," I said. I looked at my sports car.
"There are three of us, and you have two seats," Otis said unhelpfully.
"I can do math."
"Can you?" Theo sniffed.
"I liked you better when you were small and didn't talk back," I growled at them, looking around.
Eli and Tristan were pulling out of the back drive from the large garage that had the extra cars in it. They were in one of the stocky sedans Mace liked to buy.
I stepped in front of the car. Eli rolled down the window.
"I need that," I told Eli.
"This is the last car!" he said, gripping the steering wheel. "Mike said we needed to go do research for him!"
"I don't care. I'm older and bigger, and I need it. It's mine. Move."
"I'm telling Hunter," Eli complained as he and Tristan climbed out of the car. Tristan was staring too intently at my sports car for my liking.
"Don't touch my stuff," I warned as I helped Otis and Theo load their art equipment in the trunk.
"Where is the retreat?" I asked, opening up my map app on my phone.
"You can't use the phone while driving," Otis said.
"Right. The rule from Meg."
"Mace said she implemented it to mess with Hunter." He was quiet for a moment then added, "Garrett's not happy about it."
