CHAPTER 59
Atlantic Ocean
It took a couple of tries, but on the third redial my call went through.
“Nat? It’s Si. I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“Where are you?”
“On Cliff Road, a hundred yards or so north of my house. This night is unbelievable.”
“Let me speak to Rowan, buddy.”
She came on the line. “What?” she said, sounding distracted.
“Rowan, you’ve got to get it together. Listen, I know you don’t work for me, but I’m asking you to get over to Courville’s place and get eyes on the wife. I think she’s in danger. After what they did to him, they might be gunning for her …”
The phone went dead. Again. Thank God for redial.
Si picked up, saying, “Nat, Rowan’s a little shaken by all this. What do you need?”
“Get over to the senator’s place and make sure his wife is safe. They fucked up her husband big time, and I bet they’re coming for her. Can you do that? Tell Rowan.”
“Got it, Nat. We’re already here. I’m standing in the front yard. Rowan went back inside. There was a shootout, and she killed some terrorists.”