“Yes, taller though.”
“Probably more buff. I can see that.”
“What do you mean ‘I can see that’?”
“Check out where he placed his phone,” Brick said.
Chad scanned the area and saw a phone, propped up facing the pizza dude. “Are you watching this?”
“Of course I am. That was part of the deal.”
“Where are you?”
“I was stuck in traffic, but once I realized with the traffic it’ll take me a while to get there, I pulled over. I logged on my iPad to the secured website link he sent me. I can see the pool. I can see he’s down to his boxer shorts.”
Chad glanced up. The pizza guy was now standing there, staring back at Chad, smiling as if he knew both Brick and Chad were already mesmerized by him.
“He’s looking at you I guess, wondering if you and I are talking. I don’t have the audio clicked on my iPad yet. His name’s Tyler by the way. But I don’t think that’s his real name.”
Chad stepped outside, his cell still pressed to his ear.