58. Frank
FRANK
I’m at my station, prepping for my next client, when my phone rings. I pick it up and see it’s Gage calling. “Hey,” I answer.
“Can you and Zeb and Griffin come by the shop when you’re done? We’d like to talk to you.”
Fuck . I have to close my eyes for a moment. When I open them again, Griffin and Zeb are watching me. “We’ll be there,” I promise.
“Good. See you then.” Gage gives no indication what the meeting’s about, but I’ve got a pretty damn good idea.
I end the call and eye the reception area. Ember’s busy checking in a client, her eyes on her tablet. Gage , I mouth to Griffin and Zeb, and circle my finger to indicate the three of us, then jerk my head in the direction of the main location.
They nod. Message received.
We’ve already talked this possibility through, so we’re ready. I hope.
One way or another, we’re taking a stand.