“I gotta get dressed and shit?” James asks, and I can hear Sophia grumping loudly in the background.
“No. I need you to start the eviction process on one of your tenets.”
He blurts out, “What?”
And I can tell that was not what he expected me to ask.
“They’re residing in one of the units in your Princeton Park community.”
“One, I don’t do evictions, that’s for the property managers to do. Two, those are my halfway houses. I don’t allow evictions there,” James says with a growl.
Hmm, I didn’t know that.
“What do you mean halfway house?”
“That’s where I allow people to move in so they can find a better life, asshole,” James snaps. “We don’t evict the moms and shit from there. They need the help.”
“Well, I’ll be,” I say and look down at the photo in my hands. “You have a heart after all, James.”
The phone disconnects before I can say anything else.
Shit.
I really don’t want to play the ace card that’s up my sleeve right now. Simon will ask too many damn questions.
Dialing Johnathan, I wait through three rings before he picks it up.
“Jude,” he says.
“Johnathan, I have a favor to ask,” I say and wince at the wording I just used.
Favors are dangerous things that should never be used lightly.
There’s a long pause and I can hear him moving around in the background before he asks, “What is it?”
“Well, it’s more of a favor I need to ask of your lovely wife,” I say then wince again.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Lovely wife?
He’s going to shoot me.
“My wife?” Johnathan asks, and I can almost hear the gears in his head grinding to a halt.
“Yes,” I say and wait.
I can hear him moving around again. “Does it involve danger, guns, or her leaving the house right now?”
“No, no, and perhaps tomorrow.”
“Beth, baby, Jude needs a favor from us. I’m putting you on speakerphone.”
“Of her, Johnathan.Of her.” I try to cover my ass.
A favor owed to Johnathan is an easy opening for trouble.
Johnathan laughs. “We’ll see, asshole.”