Page 8 of Bishop's Queen

“Good. Can you ask them and not thecops?” She gave Jay a look to appease him. “I want to go home, but I feel like we can’t just walk away. Maybe we’ll call Tara too.”

“A man named Rocco Savage, that’s a name you don’t forget, gave them a business card at the airport once, and said if there was ever a problem, he could help out. It was one of those stories your Gamma likes to tell about her travels. This situation constitutes a problem—Yes, that’s it,” Mom said to her dad. “Titan Group. That’s right. From everything she said, they’re the type of people who would know what to do. We’ll make a quick phone call and get another perspective.”

What kind of folks were her grandparents hanging out with? “Thanks. I appreciate it, Mom.”

“Call you back. We love you, sweet pea.”

“Love you too.” Ella hung up and turned to see Jay’s pissed-off face. It was as if he thought she had planned this night and the picture. “Honestly, you can leave if you want.”

“Like hell, Ella.”

She pulled out a chair, refusing to look at the picture, and waited for her parents’ advice. Whatever they said, she trusted. Jay had said too much, and she was tired of hearing his opinion.

Jay sighed. “This is only going to get worse before it gets better.”

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