Back in Wallace’s office, all conversation had stopped when Brad’s cell phone began to ring. He didn’t dare reach for it, not with three armed men present and a fourth coming back any minute. After four rings, it stopped. Then it started to beep incessantly.
Mikel raised an eyebrow.
“Means I have a new text message,” Brad explained.
“Well, well, let’s see it then,” Mikel responded, motioning to Tommy to retrieve the cell phone as Nate returned with a stack of towels and took them over to Stacy.
Bella tried to hold Tommy to her, but he wrestled free.
“Let go, you stupid b***h! I don’t take orders from you. Mr. Metzger’s the boss.”
And he strode triumphantly over and snatched up Brad’s phone, marching it straight over to Mikel’s outstretched hand.
“Good job, Tommy. How about we power
