“Tell him his wife is calling,” I say, my voice hollow. “It’s an emergency.”
Callum comes on the line sounding convincingly concerned. “Emery? What’s wrong? What’s the emergency?”
“No, Callum. I’m the one asking the questions. Number one: who did you hire to pretend to be David Montgomery from the tax board?”
When his pause draws out too long, I warn, “If you ever want to see me again, you’ll tell me the truth.”
There’s a sound on the other end of the line. Footsteps. He’s started to pace. When he speaks, his voice is tense. “An old acquaintance. Someone who owed me a favor.”
Oh f**k.
Adrenaline floods my body. I start to shake again, and I can’t catch my breath.
Until this moment, there was still a tiny possibility it was all a misunderstanding. Some terrible, but explainable, mist
