"We need to go." Chandler Harris. "Trouble."
"Trouble?" Bostic's sharp tone. "What kind?"
"Don't know yet, but we need to meet Felix."
"At this hour of the night?" Bostic's voice was thick with displeasure.
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"Drake." Chandler's exasperation came through. "For once, just don't ask questions."
The voices faded until there was no sound.
Athena looked at Grey. A muscle twitched in his cheek.
"Something's up," he said at last. "I just hope it doesn't have anything to do with our little meeting today."
"How could it? It's only been a few hours. I'm sure Ezra Burns hasn't had time to put his plan into action yet."
"Maybe. And maybe he's not the solid citizen your friend Adam thinks he is."
Athena frowned, took a sip of her coffee. "Adam's worked for him for a long time," s
