Mandy

Following an up and down conversation with the detective, Trey drops the phone between his thighs and leans into me. His eyes look as tired as mine feel, but we both know that things will probably get worse before they get better. I run my hand along the top of his, thinking about how it felt to have them on me earlier. I don’t know how long either of us can keep up these stress filled days. Thank God for the sex filled nights.

“All we have to do is tell the detective everything we know and let them handle it from here,” I tell him, wanting to take some of the burden off of us.

“Yeah, you and I are pretty smart, but we have no business being so wrapped up in this,” he replies in full agreement. “I just wanted to make sure things got moving in the right direction and away from me.”

“After we lay everything out for them, hopefully they will see it as clearly as we do,” I tell him clutching his hand in mine. “Then we can focus on our families.”

“Ray needs to come for a visit,” he suggests. “Mom could really use a night on the town.”

“What about Charles?” He has been on my mind ever since I found out he lives with Silvia.

“He is not the one for Mom. He is fifteen years older than her, but acts like he’s eighty.” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a subtle smile on his face. “Mom needs to have a little more fun in her life.”

“Dad does too,” I reply, knowing that he has basically been a nursemaid for years. “I just hope he still has it in him. He seemed like the wind had been taken out of his sails after Mom died.”

“He just needs to get off the farm and back in the swing of things,” Trey tries to assure me. “He’ll be fine.” Trey’s phone buzzes and lights up between his legs. “Tommy is wondering if Becky is with us,” he says, reading the message.

“Don’t tell him anything,” I say, having an instant gut reaction. “He probably doesn’t know how much she has overheard. I could tell he wasn’t happy that she was leaving with us.”

“I’m not going to even open the message. I’ll just leave him squirming.” Trey’s eyes grow dark. “Actually, I’m going to send him something fun,” he adds, picking his phone back up and clicking on the message.

“Have you ever made a mistake and then made another mistake trying to cover up the first one? Then been forced to make a third mistake to cover up the first two? Eventually, you might find that you are leaving clues all over the place.” He dictates to Siri.

He shows me the message with a smug look, waiting for my reaction.

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” I tell him, but he grins and presses the send button. “Okay, now I’m nervous too.”

We both sit in silence waiting for Tommy’s reply. I’m gripping his hand so tightly that when I look down, my knuckles are actually white. “I’m going to call back one of the security firms that I talked to this morning. Don’t worry,” he says, lifting my hand to his lips and giving it a kiss.

His phone buzzes and lights up again.

Tommy: You will see… I don’t make mistakes!

“I really don’t like him!” I affirm, staring at Trey intently. Moments ago, I was content to let the detective and FBI handle it from here. After seeing his response, a part of me that was awakened years ago seems to be coming back to the forefront. I want to dig into everything that has been going on around us and find his mistake. Everyone leaves tracks and since all of my training has dealt with financial fraud, that’s where I want to begin. There is a money trail somewhere and I’m sure it leads to him.

“What are you thinking?” Trey asks after sitting in silence for a minute or two.

“You know what I’m thinking,” I reply, glancing down at his phone.

“So, where do we go from here?” Trey asks, inquisitively.

“I’m going to get Harris on the phone first thing tomorrow morning and see if there are any red flags on Tommy’s prior company, Firefly Media,” I reply, formulating my plan out loud. “He sold his company recently, so we’ll start by getting in touch with whoever bought it.”

“We?” He smiles and closes his eyes.

“You know you want to take down Tommy just as much as I do,” I tell him, giving him another jab in the ribs. “You promised your mom that you were going to see this through.”

“I know,” he shakes his head and gives me a look. “You really are feisty, aren’t you?”

“Damn right! Especially if the one on the other side is an arrogant prick like him.” I turn toward the window, channeling all of the rage I had felt toward Victor and reassigning it to Tommy. “I still can’t believe he left Liv in Monaco!”

“Actually, I’m a little surprised that I never left her anywhere,” he says with a chuckle. “She really was a first-class pain in the ass!”

“Yeah, I saw it first hand. That’s how I knew you had a good heart, because there is no way I would’ve put up with her shit!” I think back to that first day in Geneva and have to wonder if she ended up somewhere at the bottom of the Mediterranean. One little push while no one is around and it would be pretty hard to find any evidence. My thoughts are interrupted by Trey’s phone buzzing again.

“Now what?” Trey rolls his eyes and retrieves his phone. Brandon Ryker’s name flashes across the screen. “Hey, it’s Brandon,” he says seeming somewhat relieved to see the name of a friend.

Trey

“Hey Brandon, what’s up?”

“Trey, Dad and I were just wondering what the hell is up? Tyler nearly dies; your mom is on the front page of the paper and now Bill? Why would he do that?” he asks getting right to the point of his call.

“Yeah, we don’t know what Bill is so mad about, but it definitely has something to do with Tommy Fowler,” I tell him.

“You haven’t heard?” he gasps. “Bill killed himself this afternoon!”

“Killed himself? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! When?” I ask, suddenly shocked for the third time in the last twenty-four hours.

“A couple hours ago, I guess. One of dad’s friends just called and told us that his wife found him when she came home from shopping,” he says, sending an absolute chill directly through me.

Mandy is going nuts beside me wondering what we are talking about. “Bill apparently killed himself,” I whisper.

“Hey Trey, Dad wants to talk to you,” Brandon says, interrupting me.

“Okay,” I reply, feeling completely numb.

“Trey, this is Jack,” he announces, his deep voice reverberating over the phone. “First Victor, now Bill… there has to be something rotten when a company loses their CEO and the Chairman of the Board within a matter of weeks. What the hell is going on?”

“Hey Jack, there is something really wrong and we’re trying to piece it together,” I tell him. “In fact, I’m meeting with a detective and an FBI agent within the hour.”

“It’s going to take them a while to get organized,” he replies. “In the meantime you need to circle the wagons and protect your own.”

“It’s funny you say that, because I called around this morning to several security firms,” I inform him. “I was just telling Mandy that I need to pick one and get some protection.”

“Actually, that’s why I called. I would recommend Anthony Rosen; he’s a friend of mine who is a founding member of the Alpha 9.” He pauses, apparently thinking that I know about them.

“The Alpha 9?” I ask sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, I always assume that people have heard of them,” he continues. “They are a quick strike team that was started by three retired Marines, three Army Rangers and three Navy Seals. It’s the next best thing to having your own army and they are based right here in the city.”

“Wow, that sounds cool,” I reply, thinking about how I would love to see one of them kicking Tommy’s ass. “How much does it cost?”

“With people dropping all around you, does it really matter?” he asks a bit sarcastically. “Believe me, you will find their rates to be very reasonable.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I was just curious,” I stammer. “How do I get a hold of him?”

“I’ll have Anthony call you within five minutes,” he says firmly. “Believe me, he is the best.”

“Alright, thanks Jack,” I hang up the phone and give Mandy a relieved smile. It feels good to know that reinforcements will soon be on the way. Especially highly qualified reinforcements. Hopefully they will be able to keep all of us safe.

“Mr. Addison?” Tony looks in the rearview mirror looking for my attention.

“Yes?”

“I think we are being followed by the black sedan behind us, sir,” he says with a quiver in his voice.

“Just drive around the block and see if they follow,” I tell him, having seen people do that on TV shows.

“I just did that, sir. They followed us around all four corners,” he replies, his voice cracking wildly. “That’s why I didn’t stop at the hospital entrance.”

“Shit! I’m going to be getting a call from someone who can help us any minute,” I inform him. “I don’t think we have any choice but to go around the block again. Just make sure you stay where it’s well lit!”

As we slow to make the first corner the sedan comes right up to us, tapping the bumper. “Shit they know we are fucking with them!” Tony yells back to us on the verge of panic.

“Turn left and follow that ambulance!” I yell after seeing an ambulance entering the underground parking garage.

Tony cranks the wheel, hitting the curb and causing both Mandy and I to be tossed around in the back. “Hang on!” he yells as we bounce over another median before hurling down the driveway toward the entrance.

“Oh shit!” Mandy screams as the overhead door begins to close.

“Hang on!” the driver yells, flooring it in an attempt to make it inside.

There is a thud just above our heads as the antenna is ripped from the roof and our driver slams on the brakes coming to a screeching stop, just inches from the rear end of the ambulance that had preceded us.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tony asks as he swings around in his seat with eyes the size of pancakes.

“That’s what we are trying to figure out,” Mandy exclaims grabbing onto my arm and looking around in search of any further danger.

“Obviously we are next on the list,” I tell them, feeling a wave of anxiety washing through me. My phone starts to buzz again. “God, I sure hope this is Anthony.”