Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
The moment we left the hotel Ren fell into another thoughtful silence. As we pulled out of the back entrance to the hotel and traveled east along 59th Street toward May Avenue I asked, “So, do you want the details about the house sale now or after we get home?”
Ren stifled a yawn. “So, you got the house listed? That’s good.”
“More than that, handsome. I sold it.”
“What? When?” he asked, incredulously.
“About four hours after signing the realtor contract with Brandi, today.” I then gave him a short version of my meeting with NanC, leaving out the part about her supposed clairvoyant abilities.
“Not long before you got home, NanC left and I called Brandi to prepare the sale contract. NanC is staying right here,” I said, nodding toward the Crowne Plaza Hotel as we passed the May Avenue entrance.
“Ren, she made a full price offer, in cash. I really think I should stay here and work with Brandi to finalize the sale while you go to Sydney. I don’t see how I can be of any help there, anyway.”
“It’d be a comfort to have you close to me, for one thing. I worry about you being here by yourself. And I know the guys would love to see you.”
“But shouldn’t someone be here in case Warren shows up?”
“Huh. I hadn’t thought of that. Okay, let me talk to Aaron in the morning and see if he can arrange some protection for you. If nothing else, I’d like you to stay at a hotel—a different hotel every night—while I’m gone,” Ren insisted.
“That’s a little overkill, don’t you think?”
“Terry, in the space of three hours while we were at Aaron’s hotel, Bill Murray swept our house and found six bugs. For all I know, this car may have them, too. No, I don’t think it’s overkill.”
“Then there’s NanC to consider,” I added.
“What do you mean?”
“She’ll be staying at the hotel until the sale is finished; who knows when that will be. I think she’ll be okay, though. She’s a little, ah, eccentric, but has a way of knowing things.” Ren gave me a quizzical look. “I’ll explain later, hon.”
When we turned down our street, my eyes automatically scanned the cars parked along the curb for as far as I could see, but there were no suspicious vehicles. I knew Ren was doing the same thing.
“I just worry, though, that with M’s penchant for harming people we come in contact with, I wouldn’t want her to become his latest victim. I can’t wait for you to meet her; she’s quite the surprise,” I added, with a smile in my voice.
Once inside, I found the front door key by the kitchen sink, as Aaron said I would, and put it back in the realtor lockbox. Ren locked all the doors, pulled the shades and we went upstairs to the bedroom.
“I just sent a text message to Aaron,” Ren said, pulling off his clothes, “Telling him you’re staying here while we go to Sydney, just in case Warren shows up. Guess what?” I shrugged I don’t know.
“Warren’s in Hawaii; Waikiki to be exact. After giving Aaron all the info tonight, he ran a search on Warren’s cell phone and found it in Hawaii. Aaron’s arranging to have him tailed. At least we know where he is and will know if he leaves. Aaron thinks it’s a good idea for you to stay here, though. And he’s arranging a protection detail; he says you’ll never notice them.” I was about to open my mouth to protest, but Ren continued while I followed his example and undressed.
“These guys are good, Terry. Not only did he pinpoint Warren’s phone—which Warren shut off immediately after I tried to call him this evening—but found another cell phone in very close proximity. It’s a burner phone, but they can track it and tap it anyway.”
“How do they know it’s his?”
“Whose would it be? I’m sure he’s under M’s thumb again, and that’s how they’re communicating,” Ren conjectured.
“Suddenly, I’m starting to feel a lot better about all this,” I said.
“Same here,” Ren agreed.
“Are you as tired as I am?” I asked, walking toward the bathroom. He smiled.
“Not too tired for that.”