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“I need you here ten minutes ago, Jeremy,” he barked when his attorney complained about the early hour.
Eventually, he got his message through, and his attorney said he would be there within the hour.
After that, he called Andrew and asked him to come over for a lunch meeting.
As he was talking to Hunter about a suite for Carla, Rylee poked her head into his office and said she was heading to the strip to have breakfast with Hunter before she started playing poker.
“Don’t spend all his money,” he teased, hoping to get a smile out of her.
It worked, and she gave him a little wave. “I hope you get everything worked out today.”
“I’m pretty sure I will, thanks to you. And Carla has a suite for the next three nights, it’s all covered.”
When she was gone, he squared his shoulders and got to work building a case against his former best friend so he could confront him in a few hours.
Chapter 13
Ryleesattotheleft of the dealer button and contemplated her next move. She was up twenty-five grand and had the potential to triple that with this hand. Spending Hunter’s money had proved to be more fun than she thought it would be. Carla wasn’t due in town for another three hours, and Rylee planned to play until then.
The rest of the players stared at her or their cards and waited for her decision.
Finally, she called the bet and waited for the dealer to turn up the river.
It was a gamble, but it paid off. She tossed her pair of queens on the table to reveal a three of a kind. She won the pot. The men around the table grumbled, and she knew they were tiring of her cramping their style.
She was about to ante up for the next round when her name sounded over the speaker system, asking her to come to guest services.
She frowned and nodded for the dealer to color up her chips.
Shoving the stack of chips into her pocket, she stood and left the high-roller poker room and looked for the guest services counter.
“Mr. Novak asked you to check the news, Miss Colton.”
She frowned but pulled out her phone. There were half a dozen missed calls and even more texts.
She quickly navigated to the news app.
Andrew Jenkins Arrested on felony fraud charges. Memphis Foster will go free.She stared at the headline.
She scrolled through the urgent texts from Memphis, asking her to call him.
Pressing the green button, she called him back.
There was no answer, so she called Hunter.
“I take it you finally got the message?” he asked.
“I did, but now he’s not answering his phone.”
“Hang tight. He’ll call you back. His company is about to be turned on its ear, so he’s got a lot of cleanup to do. You can go back to playing poker, or I can set you up in a room if you want to get away from everything for a while.”
“Thanks. I might take you up on that if I don’t hear from him soon. For now, I’m just going to wander around.”
“OK. Keep an eye on your phone.”
As she shoved her phone in her pocket and turned to find a slot machine to play—her father would be appalled—a familiar figure stepped onto the casino floor.
His eyes were frantic as he scanned the crowd, but she couldn’t move to go to him.
