Eighty Seven

 "No need. I called him while you were sleeping. He promised he'd take care of it."

 She gaped at him. "You called him? How did you even know his number? And what do you mean 'he promised'?" Oh hell, what had he done?

 James shrugged, his gaze on the TV. "I got his number the same way I got yours—I have contacts in the right places. Admittedly, he wasn't so cooperative to begin with. Cried poverty and talked about selling the house, but when I mentioned that his bank balance didn't quite back that up and just how important you are to me, he had a change of attitude."

 "You know his bank balance?" She was beginning to think James could find out just about anything about anyone. He simply shrugged again, like it was nothing. "I suppose you threatened him too." He looked suitably offended.