Chapter 24I was in my office, working on the tax returns for Tim and Cris when the house phone rang. “Theo Bascopolis, accountant at large. How may I help you?”
“Theo, it’s Vincent.”
“Vince? What’s—Wills?” Vince never called during the day, and I felt my insides twist. Since I’d learned what Wills really did, I’d been dreading a call from his boss. “Is he all right?”
“Yeah, he’s fine.” I sagged in relief. “I sent him to take a nap.”
“Huh?”
“He was busy with work.”
“Oh, got it.” Wills had called early the day before to let me know he was working through the night, and I’d brought him dinner. “So what’s the skinny?”
“Paul’s in trouble.”
It was a good thing I was sitting down, or I’d have wound up on my ass, but I still had to swallow a bunch of times before I could speak. “What…what’
