Stone nodded. “He wanted to warn me about coming here this weekend.”
“Impeccable timing.”
“I’ll say.”
“What’s there to worry about?” Felicity asked. “Lance’s people have the area locked down, and the house is impenetrable. There’s not a safer place on the island.”
“And don’t forget,” Carly said, “Bronsky could be in L.A.”
“What do you think the odds of that are?” Stone asked.
Carly pondered the question, then said, “One in five.”
“If that’s supposed to make me feel better, it’s not working.”
She shrugged. “I’m just providing information.”
Stone tipped back the rest of his Knob Creek and wondered if he should try flying out after all.
Chapter 37
Parker looked around at theteam. “Any questions?”
Everyone shook their heads.
Unsurprisingly, the men Richter had sent him were all seasoned pros and had understood the plan the first time through.
“Good.” Parker checked his watch. “It’s a quarter after eight. Be ready to head out in an hour.”
The meeting broke up, the only person remaining behind being the client.
“You have a question, Mr. Weeks?” Parker asked.
“No questions, but I want you to know I’m coming with you.”
“That’s not a good idea.”
“Good idea or not, I’m coming.”
Parker took a deep breath. “I don’t mean any disrespect, but I don’t need you tagging along and getting in the way. We’re the pros. Leave this to us.”
The client smiled. “I understand your concern, and if I were you, I’d have said the same. The last thing you need is an amateur screwing everything up.”
“I’m glad we agree.”
“The thing is,Iam not an amateur.”
Parker looked him up and down. “Be that what it may, you’re not coming.”
The client jutted a chin at Parker’s shoulder holster. “Draw your gun on me.”
“What?”
“Humor me.”
Parker snorted. “I’m not going to draw on you.”
“Do it.”
