Chapter 43When the call connected, Phil's face filled the screen. He whispered, “Dudes, something serious is going down….” He turned suddenly, then backed away from the camera eye, which allowed us to the see most of the Lincoln Way living room. Carol and Eric were sitting in chairs on the far side of Phil's desk; both looked unnerved.
Aris was standing just beyond the door of the room in the entrance hall, and there were three other men with him. He turned, saw us on the large screen, and said something, then walked into the room. A silver-haired elderly gentleman, leaning heavily on a cane, followed Aris in. His bespoke suit and distinguished appearance reminded me of English nobility or something similar. Two men wearing black suits, with distinguishable bulges under their jackets, sto
