“Hey.”
“Mark, I want you to find an address for Grace Porter.”
“Well, why don’t you just call her?”
“Because her phone has been disconnected.”
Silence.
“Well…”
“Don’t well me,” I snap. “Find out where she is.” I hang up and continue pacing and my phone rings, it’s Mark again. “What?” I snap as I answer.
“What town does she live in?” he snaps back.
“Connecticut.”
“Connecticut? Are you sure that’s it, because I need a state or at least a town to run the search.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t fucking know, I’ll check.” I hang up and march out into the office to see that Richard is still at his desk. “Where did Grace Porter move to?”
He glances up. “Sorry?”
“Grace Porter,” I snap impatiently. “Where is she? Where did she move to?”
“Ahh…Maine. I think?”
“Maine?”
“Surprised she didn’t move to Texas actually?”
“Why?”
“Because of Willie.”
“Who’s Willie?”
“Willie Nelson.” He widens his eyes. “You know how much Grace loves Willie Nelson.”
“Thankfully not.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Fuck me dead. That’ll do me.” I storm back into my office and call Mark.
“Hi.”
“She lives in Maine.”
“Anything else?”
“She has appalling taste in music.”
“Oh…kay.” He listens. “So where did you get Connecticut from?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “Just find her.”
“What for? You didn’t even bother to know where she lived, why would you want to find her?”
“Because I said so…that’s why. You need to remember that you work for me, so you will do whatever I fucking say.”
“What’s the offer?”