(Tracey’s POV, Cont'd)
“I’m fine. But I think Richie could use your help. Could you have a couple of men guard the door and help him?” He looked instantly relieved as he nodded and said, “Absolutely. Just let me make a call first.”
“Can you do that from inside? I don’t want him without your backup if my cousin arrives.” I said, with a little bit of sheepishness in my voice. He gave me a small smile as he said, “Yeah, I can’t blame you there. Emmitt's probably like a freight train right now.”
He walked past me into the condo and I started to follow him. Once he was a little ahead of me, I hung back a bit. Then simply ducked out the front door before it even shut again and hurriedly waddled to the elevator.
As I was getting in one car, I heard Emmitt’s voice. They were getting off the
