“Thanks, Mr. Songhurst. I’ll see you shortly.” Kim disconnected the call and looked at Grayson. “Let’s go.”
“Hold it,” he said. “We agreed to let Manus know about this.”
Though she didn’t want to delay any further, Kim knew Grayson was right. “Fine.” She looked down at the phone when she noticed what was wrong with it. “Oh.”
“What?” Grayson reached for his phone. “Damn it. Out of juice. I don’t have my charger on me.”
“Tell me you know Manus’s number by heart.”
“Of course.”
“Good. I haven’t disconnected the landline here yet. We can call him from it.” She hurried into the living room and picked up the receiver there. “Can you dial?”
Grayson took the phone from her hand and punched in a number. “Here you go.”
When Kim put it to her ear, the call was already connecting.
“You’ve reached Manus. Leave me a message.”
“Voicemail, damn it,” she said and waited for the beep. “Hey, Manus, it’s Kim. Grayson and I have found where Mom hid the book. It’s at the storage facility. She mailed it there, and the manager is holding it for me to pick it up. We’re going there right now. Meet us there if you get this message within the next hour.” She disconnected the call.
“We should wait for Manus to come with us,” Grayson suggested.
Kim vehemently shook her head. “No, out of the question. Now that we know where it is, I can’t just sit around and wait. We have to get it now and bring it back to the compound, where it’ll be safe.”
Grayson sighed and ran a hand through his black hair. “Fine. But once we have it, we go straight back to the compound, no other stops, no other delays. Is that clear?”
“Crystal,” Kim said and was already heading into the foyer.
Grayson grumbled something unintelligible and followed her.