“Now, we wait.” Kade started toward the kitchen. “Is anyone hungry?”
“It’s past lunchtime, so that would be a yes,” Dante replied.
“I’ll pass,” Maverick told them. “Let me know if and when you hear from him.”
“Will do.” Dante let him out of the apartment and then he and Kade fixed lunch which they took into the office to eat while they waited for Mr. Leighton to reply to the email—if he did.
* * * *
The reply came an hour after Dante had sent the email. It was brief, telling Dante, aka Robert Carrington, that while Leighton strongly disagreed with Carrington about the possibility the book wasn’t what it purported to be, he would be willing to talk to him by phone at his earliest convenience.
“It’s two, here, making it—” Dante checked, “—five P.M. in New York where our business is sup
