“It’s better if we talk in person,” Cole said.
He sounded very nervous. I wondered what was going on. But all in all, I needed to speak to him and continue my plan.
“I like that,” I replied.
“Where are you staying?” he asked.
“I’m at the Condor Hotel. It’s about ten minutes away.”
“I’ll have Ralph drop me off.”
Oh, no.
“Let’s do this; I’ll come to you. I’ll take an Uber. Ralph is running an errand for me. I hope you don’t mind.”
“That’s fine. I’ll be waiting here.”
“Great. I’m getting ready now. I’ll be there at about 7:00 p.m., at the latest.”
“Okay. See you then.”
I hung up with Cole and called Ralph right away. His phone rang, but he didn’t answer.
I left a voicemail.
“Call me right back when you hear this message.”
I sent him a message saying the same thing.
I picked up the phone in the room and called the front desk.
“Hi, this is Clarissa Bennett, room 1011. I need a favor, hun; get me an Uber.”
“Right away, Mrs. Bennett,” the receptionist answered.
I quickly went downstairs. I said goodbye to the receptionist, who told me she had called an Uber driver friend of hers who was already waiting for me outside.
The Uber driver was outside the vehicle and opened the car door for me.
“Thank you. I appreciate that. I see chivalry is not dead yet.”
“Chivalry may not be dead yet, but you sure will be if your son doesn’t pay Mr. Moretti what he owes him.”
Michael? Ralph? Who is he talking about?
I looked back at the receptionist through the big glass window. She shrugged.
This is your Uber driver friend?
I tried to get away, but he pulled a gun on me and pushed me into the back seat.
“What type of Uber service is this?” I asked as he closed the door and the driver sped off.
What the hell, Moretti!
The driver locked the doors, and I couldn’t open them.
“Look, lady, you don’t want to get hurt. Don’t do anything stupid. Mr. Moretti sent for you. He isn’t playing around,” he threatened.
