Chapter 32

After we got through Security, I raised my hand in a wave. Mark nodded, and I headed down to the terminal out of which we’d be flying.

It was a quiet flight. Tony and Bryan sat beside each other, while I sat in the emergency exit row. I took out a Robert Ludlum paperback and lost myself in the events on TheRoad to Gandolfo

A LITTLE MORE than six hours later our flight landed in LAX, and we disembarked. Once we were in the terminal, I turned my phone back on.

“Hmm.”

“What is it, Quinn?”

“I have about half a dozen calls in my voicemail.”

“Oh?” Tony suddenly looked tired. “Don’t tell me. The Company?”

“Yes. I recognize Bram’s number.”

“Dammit. Are you going to listen to them?

I nodded. It was the courteous thing to do. One after another, they all said more or less the same thing.

“You have to come back.”

“Please come back.”

“We’ll give you your own department to run.”

“You can have whoever you want working for you, and no one will interfere with how you run things.”