CHAPTER TWELVE
A side trip to a 24-hour phone repair shop with my new guard, Kevin, wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be. Although I didn’t agree with Elliott moving Tove to another job. There wasn’t any time to discuss his decision. He left with Trish to deal with Walter. After a brief wait in the repair shop, I had my phone back in my hand without losing any of the contacts and messages I had saved on it. Pair that with the plush comforts of the luxurious hotel Elliott had reserved, I relaxed, ordering the dinner I missed. I was starving.
After eating every crumb, I soaked in a warm bath in the large, claw foot tub. As I did, I pondered on why Elliott chose the Waldorf Astoria. It was luxuriant and opulent, not a place I’d have expected him to choose to stay in New York on his ow
