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“No. No. I’m fine. I need to call my son right now. Don’t call a damn ambulance. I’m not the one who’s about to need medical help.” On that feisty note, she hangs up.
I breathe out. What just happened? Who is on whose side?
I could make all kinds of assumptions from her statements, but right now, I need to do something more productive. I need to help. I consider calling Eric again, but my conversation with Gigi will just piss him off more, and he might really kill someone.
I dial Blake. “Hiya, Harper,” Blake says. “You got something for me?”
“Gigi called. I told her I was attacked, and she panicked and said that yes, she told Eric’s father that I helped get him to Denver. She was upset and said no one was supposed to get hurt. She hung up after saying she needed to call her son. I’m not sure if I just made things better or worse.”
“I think anything you do to create a reaction; we can observe is good. I’ll call Adam.”
“And Eric? Is he okay?”
“He just went into the hotel. He even stopped and got coffee for his father. I don’t think you have to worry. He’s not going to kill him with coffee.”
“I’m so confused right now.”
“He has a plan. Trust him, like he asked you to. I’ll text you when he’s on his way back to you. Gotta run.” He disconnects.
And now all I can do is wait and pray for the best. And lose my mind, one second at a time.
Chapter seventy-five
Eric
Savage sips from the coffee I’ve just handed him. “Your father likes a hazelnut latte,” he observes. “I would have taken him for more of a black coffee, no cream or sugar kind of guy.”
“My father’s the kind of man that sweetens his drink and pisses in yours.”
“Ah. Gotcha.” He downs another swig. “I’m sweetened up and caffeinated. Ready to fight. What’s the plan? Kill him? Punish him? Tickle his feet until he pees himself? Or just piss in his coffee? I can do that right now, if you like?”
“I’d get the honors on all of the above,” I say, offering nothing more. My plans are my plans. I don’t need anyone else inside them, crawling around and fucking them up. I start walking toward my father’s hotel. Savage falls into step with me. “Decision yet to be made, aye?” he asks. “I get it. He’s your father, but he sent a hitman to kill you.”
He knows as well as I do that that man wasn’t sent to kill me, but rather Harper. He’s looking for answers that I’m not going to give him. “My father has a funny way of showing love.”
“Love by way of a hitman. Your family is more fucked up than mine.”
He hits about ten nerves with his “love by way of a hitman” comment that shoots me right back into the past. Into the day my mother killed herself, and as far as I’m concerned, my father was her hitman. What an appropriate time for me to walk into my father’s hotel and head toward the elevator to pay him a “loving” visit.
My cellphone buzzes with a text message and I grab my phone and glance down at a message from Harper.I talked to Gigi. Please call me.
I stop walking and eye Savage. “Give me a minute.” I step to a vacant seating area to our right and dial Harper.
“What about Gigi?” I say when she answers.
“She called and I told Blake about it but after pacing about, I think you need to know before you talk to your father.”
“Tell me.”
“She had a panic attack when I told her I was attacked. Eric, she wasn’t acting and she didn’t know your father was here. She hung up with me to call him and she was pissed. I’m not misreading this.”
“She set us up.”
“I’m going to use your own words on you right now. What if she didn’t? I know you hate her, but being a bitch and arranging a murder are two wildly different things. What if she was set-up, too?”
“You’re suggesting my father used her to get me to Denver, and she played an unwitting role in all of this.” It’s not a question. I’m simply letting her thoughts calculate in my mind.
“Isn’t he the only person that could use her that way? Which means he has to be the mastermind behind the attempt on my life.”
