Page 125 of Get A Fix

“Yeah,” Locryn said. “A Toyota Land Cruiser in your pool.”

“Holy shit!”

“Yeah,” Locryn agreed. “It’s a lot, and because of that you have structural damage and some flooding, not to mention your patio doors, which were cool and folded up—I think people were trying to manually close them instead of using the controls, so they’re down now, and there was glass everywhere, and I’m guessing the wood was custom-made, so…yeah.”

“You’re telling me my house is trashed.”

“Not trashed, as you have security making the rounds in your neighborhood, and since people complained, the cops were called, so all the people were herded out of there.”

“But?” I asked.

“But that all didn’t happen instantaneously, and there were more issues than just the ones at your house, so yes, it’s a bit trashed.”

“Define a bit,” I insisted.

He winced like the telling would hurt. “Your bedroom is fine—good job with the keypad lock there—but there’s just a lot of mess, broken glassware, and there was a small fire in the game room, but then, you know, the sprinklers came on, so there’s that.”

“Oh my God,” Ash groaned, leaning back in his seat before turning to me. “I wanted you to see my refuge, I wanted to share that with you and⁠—”

“It’ll be a refuge again,” I soothed him, putting my hand on his face. “It’ll just take a minute, which is fine.”

He covered my hand with his, kissed my palm, then faced Locryn. “What do I need to do to⁠—”

“Nothing,” Locryn assured him. “Brent Donovan—he’s Nick’s assistant—asked his friend Danika Howard to step in, since you don’t have an assistant for whatever reason, and direct the restoration of your home. So she’s there, after receiving clearance from your lawyer, Gina Savill, as well as a credit card and signatory authorization, directing the large cleanup crew, the locksmith, and the people taking the SUV out of your pool. She’s also coordinating with Owen about your new security system and talking to him on Skype or whatever. I wasn’t really listening to that part.”

“You’re telling me that Nick Madison’s assistant found me someone to navigate this crisis and that person is at my house, at this very moment, coordinating this mess.”

“Yeah.”

“Have you met Danika?” I asked him.

“Yeah. She’s been to our house with Brent. Really nice, very efficient, and when I spoke to her earlier, even though she was in crisis mode, you couldn’t tell. That woman rows a steady boat, you know what I mean? Cool and collected.”

Locryn went on to say that Danika had impeccable references and had been vetted by the FBI for her last position. Sadly, her employer had to return to Oslo for his family, and as she couldn’t move that far from her own, she was, at the moment, between jobs. Not that she had not been flooded with offers already.

“I would like to speak to her,” Ash told him.

“Yeah, you’re going to. We’ll call her for an update when we get home.”

“I thought you said that⁠—”

“Oh no, not your home. My home. Your home is not livable at the moment, as there’s so much to do. And nothing could even begin to get started until everyone was cleared out. Plus, she had to wait on LAPD to collect all the drugs and paraphernalia leftover. Cleaning crew couldn’t begin until that was done.”

Ash looked overwhelmed. “LAPD was at my house?”

“Remember when I said security called the cops?”

“Don’t be you right now,” I warned him.

“Sorry,” he said quickly. “But yes, the cops were there the first time shooing people out, and then again because you don’t just throw away drugs in the garbage can in the kitchen. It all has to be secured and then properly disposed of.”

“Thank you,” I said to my friend.

“Of course,” he said like it was stupid of me to mention.

“Who threw the party?” Ash asked him.

Locryn yawned. “Owen will figure that out and let you know. He’s going through footage from your house, all kinds of social media posts, pictures. Some guy walked the entire perimeter of your home, which I don’t like at all, and neither does Owen, so that’s why an entirely new security system is going in.”