Chapter 7
“How are we going to do this?” I asked Trent once we were in his office the following morning. By ‘this’ I meant making it seem as if I planned on blackmailing Wilson with the recording Trent had made of my visit with Seaver the previous evening.
“Obviously, you have to meet with him. But—” Trent held up a finger, “—we’re not going to pull what we did last night. You’re damned lucky to have gotten out of it with only a sore jaw.”
“No s**t. So we have to come up with a safe place, and then convince him to meet me there.”
“You got it. The question is, where. Getting him there will require you playing a bit of the recording for him when you call.”
He downloaded it onto his computer and we listened to it.
“If we take this part—” Trent meant where I said ‘Your job is to protect
