Page 16 of Cause of Action

“I’m afraid to ask.”

“I’m staring at the weather in New York City. It’s cold and snowing. Am I right?”

I looked out the restaurant window, and the snow was heavily coming down.

“You are correct.”

“It’s sunny and seventy-five degrees here in Los Angeles. Doesn’t that sound much better than all that cold and dreadful snow?”

“How long is the job for?” I asked out of curiosity.

“So you are interested?” he asked.

I stared out the window at the snow, creating a wall of white over the entire city.

“First class only and a suite no smaller than 1250 square feet at the Four Seasons.”

“The Four Seasons, eh?”

“Yes.”

“Consider it done. I’ll have my secretary book everything right now, and then I’ll text you the details.”

“My services aren’t cheap, Mr. Hamilton.”

“I didn’t expect them to be. I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“You too.”

Sighing, I set my phone down and picked up my drink. I wasn’t sure flying out to Los Angeles was a good idea. It was a good idea to get out of this cold and snowy weather, but seeing Mr. Roman Hamilton again was something I had never planned to do.

Walking through the door, I set my purse down, grabbed my pinging phone from my purse, and read the text message from Roman.

“It’s Roman Hamilton. Here is your flight and hotel confirmation. It’ll be good to see you again. Have a safe flight.”

“How did things go with Harlow?” my Uncle Louie asked, walking into the living room.

“Good. I gave her the file, and she took it to her lawyer’s office. I’m leaving for Los Angeles tomorrow.”

“What? Why?” His brows furrowed.

“I met this guy in Turks and Caicos. He was going to tell Rick, Harlow’s husband, who I was and why I was there, so I helped him out to keep him quiet.”

“Helped him with what?”

“Obtain bank records he needed for a case he’s working on.”

“Is he an attorney or something?”

“Yes. He and his brothers run their own law firm in Los Angeles. Roman called me after I met with Harlow. He needs my services and is flying me out there tomorrow.”

“It’s been a long time,” he said.

“Fourteen years.” I sighed.

“I know how long it’s been and I think it’s best that you leave sleeping dogs lie.”

“I don’t know if I can do that, Uncle Louie.”

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