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“I’m ready when you are,” I said and peered over the table to see what he was doing.
The phone from the guy in the alley rang.
“That’s the same number that was dialed out three times. Must be the prince,” Jesse said, looking up at me.
“Don’t answer it,” I said.
Jesse shook his head. “No reason to. By now, the prince has had contact with at least one of the three he sent to the restaurant. He’ll know we weren’t shot, not killed or captured in the alley. Since we haven’t been disturbed since we’ve been back at the inn, they don’t know where in the city we’re hiding.”
“So, why did you keep the phone?”
Shrugging, he said, “Just to put a twist in his pants. It’ll piss off the guy I took it from, the prince when he can’t reach his employee, and,” he glanced at his watch, “it will help
