8
DARREN
The first thing Cheyenne asks when she hears me on the phone is, “What’s wrong?”
Everything. But I can only tell you some of it. “Hiltman has been keeping tabs on Abrams. I don’t know why. I suspect he is plotting to snatch those patents, but there may be more to it.”
“Crap. Okay. So now what?” I hear the rustle of her puttering around. It sounds like she’s already getting ready to come join me.
“I need to talk to Abrams again. But first I need make sure those patent papers are all filed. I can’t let them sit. He sent his daughter sniffing around for information at six this morning.”
“You mean your fiancée?” I can’t help but notice the edge to her voice.
“Yes.” I can’t keep the conflict out of my voice either. Neither one of us wanted to come back down off that mountain onc
