Page 62 of Lie with Me
He’s referring to Commander Adams, who is basically Simon’s tactical counterpart. If boots on the ground are needed, he’s the man to coordinate it.
“Not yet, but I’ll let you know. I do need two security details.”
“Names?”
“Alec Stevens and Monica Stevens. I don’t want eyes taken off them.”
“Stevens?” Simon muses inquisitively. “Like Kayne Steven’s in-laws?”
“One and the same.”
“Is there something I should know about?” He presses.
“Nothing I can’t handle. Let me know when you get theinfo.”
“Roger.”
I hang up. One landmine averted.
Phone call number two. This one should be easy.
I press the random number in my recent calls. It rings three times before he picks up.
“Well, if it isn’t Houdini. Where did you disappear to the other night? Been trying to get in touch.” Slade’s gravelly voice comes through the speaker.
“Yeah, sorry man. Hit a brick wall.”
“All good?”
“Getting there. I need a favor.”
“What’s up?”
“Can you swing by my hotel room? I need my laptop. It’s kind of urgent.”
“Sure. Where are you?”
“Tara’s. I’ll explain everything when you get here. Text you the address.”
“It’ll be done.”
“Thanks. There will be a key waiting for you at the front desk.”
“Be there first thing in the morning.”
“Sounds good. Bring coffee.”
“Done.”
Click.
Two down. I text Slade, then email the hotel.
I pop my head in the apartment to check on Tara. She’s passed out cold, and the music has finished playing.
I gather all my courage and dial the number I dread. But I have to get him ‘in the know.’ It’s midnight in New York, which means it’s sixP.M.in Hawaii. Which also means Kayne is probably doing one of three things—eating, fucking or working out. I really hate to interrupt any of those activities, but I have no choice. It has to be done. The phone rings, and I grab my balls just for good measure. They’re probably going to shrivel the second I hear his voice.
“Hello?” Luckily, he doesn’t sound irritated, but I know I’m about to rile the sleeping dragon.
