Another ding of the phone made me realize I had to get out of bed and get on with the reason I was here. I grabbed the phone and checked my messages. We were heading back home this afternoon. I needed to talk to Uncle and then go see Goldberg and see what his decision was. I didn’t know how he’d take the news that the Clarkes, as well as John Lewis, would not get involved in his project if Leo Denarda was even remotely a part of it.
We’d talked just briefly before I got in the cab last night and the three of us were meeting for lunch at John’s hotel room. But if he opted to work with us and turfed Denarda out, I had a pretty good idea how Denarda would take it and it’d probably mean another step up in security.
The smarmy goof had been leering at Claire last night instead of his skanky d
