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Owen.
He placed his hands on Owen’s shoulders, squeezed reassuringly. How could his
best man, his A guy on his A team, have failed him like this?
    “Who is this guy?” Owen asked.
    Thornton pulled his hands away.
“Seven months ago. Monte Carlo.”
    “I see.” Although Owen had not been
there, Thornton had told him what had happened. “You think he’s here because of
you?”
    “I don’t know. That bitch wife of
mine knows him though, so I wouldn’t put it past her being the reason he’s
here. And if that’s the case, then I might be what he’s here for.”
    Owen nodded slowly while tapping
the tips of his index fingers together. “We should have someone watching the
house.”
    “She’s not there. Hasn’t been there
in weeks.” Thornton rounded the desk, sat, slumped. “I’m not sure where she is
right now. I was hoping you’d bring Mr. Noble in and he could tell us.”
    “What else do you know about this
guy?”
    Thornton shrugged. “Not much. He
can handle himself, I know that. I’d like you to use your contacts to find out
more.”
    “My contacts are your contacts.”
    “You know who I mean.”
    “Why can’t your contacts look into
it?”
    Thornton smiled at his associate.
“They are busy with something else.”
    Owen lifted an eyebrow and made a do
continue gesture.
    Thornton waved him off with a brisk
flick of his wrist. “Soon, Owen. I’ll tell you more soon. Get on the phone with
your guy and find something out.”
    Owen shifted in his seat. His hands
were wrapped around the arm rests. His body angled toward the door. Clearly he
was ready to leave the room. “Anything else?”
    “No. You can leave now.”
    Owen nodded, rose, left. Thornton
waited a few minutes then pulled a cell phone from his jacket’s inside pocket.
It was not his regular cell phone. That lingered face-down on his desk. He had
been aware for some time that certain local and foreign agencies liked to
monitor that phone. He’d use it, but not for anything related to business, only
to jerk them around. But right now he needed to make a business call, and that
required the phone that no one knew about.
    He cradled the phone in his hand,
cool plastic against a sweaty palm. His finger grazed against a button on the
side. The phone’s display came to life. A tranquil pond with swimming koi fish
greeted him. He navigated to the dialing screen and pressed and held down the
number 5. A moment later, the phone began to ring.
    “Hello?” a man answered.
    “Naseer? Is that you?”
    “Hello, Thornton. Is everything
going according to plan?”
    “That’s what I’m calling to ask
you.”
    “My plans are all set, Thornton.
They hinge on our prior arrangement, though.”
    “And our arrangement hinges on you
paying me.”
    Naseer laughed, his mouth too close
to the receiver. Thornton pulled the phone away from his ear.
    “We’ll meet soon, my friend,”
Naseer said.
    “When?”
    “In a day or two.”
    “I need a time.”
    “I can’t give you one.”
    Thornton paused. “OK.”
    The men stayed on the line, though
no one spoke. Finally, Naseer said, “Is there something else?”
    “Yeah,” Thornton said. He reached
for a tumbler, half-filled with scotch. “Jack Noble. You ever heard of him?”
    Naseer repeated the name. “I am not
familiar with him. Would you like me to make some calls?”
    “Yes, please do.”
    “I will, and I’ll bring my findings
to our meeting.”
     

CHAPTER 7
     
    Naseer thumbed the end call label
on his phone’s screen, then set the device on the table. He lifted his gaze
toward the dark-haired beauty sitting across from him, smiled at her. There was
only one reason a woman that attractive was with him, and he was OK with that.
Being a billionaire had its advantages. Beautiful women throwing themselves at
his feet was one of them. Controlling equally wealthy but weaker men was
another, and that summed up his relationship with Thornton Walloway.
    Thornton had a need to fit in with real