Setting Up the Board - Guest Post: Teri
Heading out of town for the weekend, weather permitting. Everybody have a good one.
“That wasn’t very nice, you know.”
“It wasn’t intended to be,” I shrug and return my attention to the Henredon Gallery summaries.
“Poor Dylan,” Phillip laughs. “He won’t soon forget meeting you, that’s damned sure!”
“He ought not to have been where he was.” We’d found the little idiot sitting at my desk, attempting to log onto my workstation. “You should be leaving now,” I remind him. “You’ve less than an hour before your luncheon.”
“I know, I’m going. I’ll be back around four. You going to be here?” I don’t bother to answer. “Right.” Phillip turns to leave, then says, “I’m glad you’re back.” As he leaves his office, his phone rings and I hear him answer, “Cat? Where are you? No…” his voice trails off as he moves further away.
I finish with the summaries and leave them for Phillip to find when he returns. Next I review his schedule and synch it with my own and am about to return to my own office when I feel my phone vibrate.
A short text message displays: Installation complete.
It had been a chance meeting with an old acquaintance that alerted me. I’d been expecting something, of course, but I hadn’t expected this level of involvement. I’d been outside my building, in front of that sow’s establishment when Curtis came out from what I assume was a business obligation. In passing conversation, he mentioned that Charles Ryder was in Boston on company matters and remarked that it was odd as he generally left such things to his sons.
There was already a search in place for Kim - assuming there was anything of Kim left in Domino. Even if there had been no moral obligations on my part to him, he could not be allowed to remain at large. Domino would rage and rage makes men sloppy, even assassins. His discovery by law enforcement would expose far too many secrets, raise questions that should never be asked. I knew for a certainty that Raine would be his first target. I would be next. Both Raine and I were in the city, therefore so was Domino.
My years in the society taught me a great deal. They also made me a feared man. Few knew of the society, fewer of my position in it, but it was known that it was best to heed my requests. It was only a matter of time before I found him.
Ryder’s presence in Boston made matters urgent. I knew he was here to personally supervise this situation’s resolution because of my involvement. Phillip I know has always wondered but never asked how it was that I was allowed to leave Dunraven.
I never said I was.
Robert will be frustrated by now, unable to locate his prey. Ryder will soon tire of waiting. I expect his visit soon.
Now to deal with Raine. I call his cell which goes straight to mail. Next I ring his P.A. She greets me, mentions she hasn’t seen me around lately, asks how I’ve been. His next tour, the one Kinney’s handling, was pushed back because of some throat problems she tells me, then adds that after an appointment with his specialist, he’ll be staying in tonight.
Good, I think to myself as I disconnect. My twin and I need to come to an understanding.
“That wasn’t very nice, you know.”
“It wasn’t intended to be,” I shrug and return my attention to the Henredon Gallery summaries.
“Poor Dylan,” Phillip laughs. “He won’t soon forget meeting you, that’s damned sure!”
“He ought not to have been where he was.” We’d found the little idiot sitting at my desk, attempting to log onto my workstation. “You should be leaving now,” I remind him. “You’ve less than an hour before your luncheon.”
“I know, I’m going. I’ll be back around four. You going to be here?” I don’t bother to answer. “Right.” Phillip turns to leave, then says, “I’m glad you’re back.” As he leaves his office, his phone rings and I hear him answer, “Cat? Where are you? No…” his voice trails off as he moves further away.
I finish with the summaries and leave them for Phillip to find when he returns. Next I review his schedule and synch it with my own and am about to return to my own office when I feel my phone vibrate.
A short text message displays: Installation complete.
It had been a chance meeting with an old acquaintance that alerted me. I’d been expecting something, of course, but I hadn’t expected this level of involvement. I’d been outside my building, in front of that sow’s establishment when Curtis came out from what I assume was a business obligation. In passing conversation, he mentioned that Charles Ryder was in Boston on company matters and remarked that it was odd as he generally left such things to his sons.
There was already a search in place for Kim - assuming there was anything of Kim left in Domino. Even if there had been no moral obligations on my part to him, he could not be allowed to remain at large. Domino would rage and rage makes men sloppy, even assassins. His discovery by law enforcement would expose far too many secrets, raise questions that should never be asked. I knew for a certainty that Raine would be his first target. I would be next. Both Raine and I were in the city, therefore so was Domino.
My years in the society taught me a great deal. They also made me a feared man. Few knew of the society, fewer of my position in it, but it was known that it was best to heed my requests. It was only a matter of time before I found him.
Ryder’s presence in Boston made matters urgent. I knew he was here to personally supervise this situation’s resolution because of my involvement. Phillip I know has always wondered but never asked how it was that I was allowed to leave Dunraven.
I never said I was.
Robert will be frustrated by now, unable to locate his prey. Ryder will soon tire of waiting. I expect his visit soon.
Now to deal with Raine. I call his cell which goes straight to mail. Next I ring his P.A. She greets me, mentions she hasn’t seen me around lately, asks how I’ve been. His next tour, the one Kinney’s handling, was pushed back because of some throat problems she tells me, then adds that after an appointment with his specialist, he’ll be staying in tonight.
Good, I think to myself as I disconnect. My twin and I need to come to an understanding.