Page 79 of Fortress of the Cursed

She laughs. “Fine, I’ll pretend to believe you. But I’ll get the goods when I see you, mark my words.”

Oh, how I can hardly wait to be interrogated by Valentina Medici. The woman flies by the seat of her pants. I do love her, and I know she means well, so I just laugh.

There is no way any of them can know about Fynn, not yet anyway.

I don’t even know what’s going on myself.

“Can’t wait,” I echo, with a hint of sarcasm, which makes her laugh.

“You’re a good sort, Sage. I’ll send you the details.”

“Bye, Val.”

Once we hang up, I sink back into the couch and contemplate her words for a moment about the bodyguard situation. There’s something obviously going down still with all of this. The Cameron situation has been taken care of, sure, but there must be others still floating around who have flown under the radar. I’m not stupid.

One thing is for sure, I wouldn’t want to be any of them.

I dial Fynn back.

“Hey, little lady.” His tone sounds weary, though I think he’s trying to sound chipper.

“Hi,” I say. “Are you all right?”

“Been better.”

That’s never good.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to see you, and it’s sort of urgent.”

“What about?” I start to panic.

“I’ll tell you when I’m looking at you.”

“Why can’t you tell me now?”

He sighs. “Because it’s delicate information. And before you ask, it’s not about the baby shit.”

How eloquent. But I’m relieved all the same.

“Fine. Where do you want to meet?”

“I’ll come there, and we’ll have dinner.” It’s not a request. He’s telling me.

Some things never change.

“What am I cooking?” It’s a little last minute, but I’m sure I can rummage something up. Fynn always did like my cooking.

“I’ll grab takeout. MO’s or Quickie Burger, your choice?”

I laugh. “MO’s, of course.”

I still can’t eat a MO’s dog without thinking of that night he drove me to the Charles River. It’s bittersweet.

“Mustard and cheese?” he asks.

“Of course.”

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