Page 30 of The Last Ultimatum: Part 2

“Oh, hey man. Didn’t recognize your voice, or rather I didn’t expect to hear from you. Are you still in Australia?”

“I am.”

“Cool. So what can I do for you?”

“I need you to pull my assets list and tell me how much cash we can pull together quickly if I had to liquidate everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

“Let’s see.”

I could hear him clicking across the keyboard and appreciated him not delaying on this.

“Looks like you have just under three million in assets, but it would take a few days for me to cash in some of these stocks to get that.”

“How long?”

“A few days. What’s this all about, Lachlan?”

“It’s nothing at the moment, but if it comes down to it, I’m going to need quick access to those funds.”

“What’s going on? And you know damn well, I’m supposed to report an inquiry like this to Patrick for anyone on the Force.”

“But you won’t, will you?”

“That depends on what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

I told him all about Tilly and the Collectors, though I didn’t raise the flag on the Raglan. It was one thing to discuss that with Kelsey and even Marie, but I couldn’t sound the alarm in good conscience or at least not without concrete evidence that the Raglan had resurfaced after all this time.

I was confident that we’d have that evidence soon, but for now it was best to fly under the radar. Still, if it came down to it, I would cash out everything and buy my mate out of captivity. If there was enough left over, I’d offer it for my parents too, but I also knew they would understand and found comfort in the hope that they had remained together through this nightmare.

There were others I still needed to call, too. I was going to call in every possible connection I had to ensure Tilly’s safety and the highest probability for success on this mission.

There was nothing I wouldn’t do. No stone left unturned. No favor I wouldn’t call in to make this all happen. And I knew what that meant and what I was going to have to do.

Lachlan

Chapter 10

This wasn’t a call I wanted to make in company, so I waited for Taylor and Grant to go out to dinner first.

Setting my ego aside, I picked up the phone and dialed the one number I had committed to memory.

“Hey. It’s about damn time you called. How is he? I’ve heard the reports, but really, how’s he doing?”

“He who?” I asked.

“Lachlan?”

“Michael.”

“Um, hey. How are you?”

“I don’t have time for pleasantries. If you’re in the area, I need to see you—all of you. I’m in the penthouse.”

“Okay. We’re on our way.”

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