Chapter 15
“Fancy neighborhood,” Brigid said as Phillipe navigated down the quiet residential street. “Who are we meeting here?”
“Brock Tandell.”
Her eyes went wide. “I am not dressed for a meeting with Brock Tandell. I thought we were going to a bank, or the financial aid center at the university.”
“Nope, we’re going to see Brock, and you look fine. Trust me.”
“His suits cost more than a year at university.”
“And he rarely wears them. Look, you’ll understand when you meet him. And Gia.”
“His wife is going to be there?”
“She’ll want to say hi, but we’re lucky. We’re dealing with Brock today.”
Connie met them at the door and shook her finger in Phillipe’s face. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
“They’re my friends, Connie. I can’t let domestic terrorists hurt my friends.
