"Little Tiger, check your contacts. I need the personal cell phone number for Gigi Vance. Find it and read it to me."
Jack Brooks spoke into his phone with a calm, commanding tone. On the other end of the line, Little Tiger, the head of security for the Zane Estate, didn't ask questions. He didn't hesitate. Within seconds, the sound of tapping keys ceased, and a string of digits was recited clearly.
Jack memorized them instantly.
"Got it. Thanks."
He hung up the call.
Ken Gould stood nearby, crossing his arms with a look of supreme amusement. He let out a short, derisive snort.
"You really are dedicated to the act, aren't you?" Ken sneered. "Pretending to find Gigi Vance's number? Why bother with the theatrics? If you wanted it, I could have just given it to you. Of course, whether s
