CHAPTER 22
THE PHONE RANG once, twice, three times. Ten times. Fifteen times. It was gonna go to voicemail, wasn’t it? At the last second, Uncle Albert answered, sounding breathless. Had he been out with those bloody trees?
“Albert Evans.”
“Uncle, I have a question for you.”
“Rhys?”
How many other nephews did he have? As far as Rhys knew, he was the only child of Albert’s only sibling.
“Yes, it’s Rhys.”
“Good to hear from you, son. Did you ever make it to France? What was the place called? Villance?”
“I’m there at the moment. That’s why I’m calling.”
“Excellent! How’s it going over there?”
“Could we discuss that later? I don’t have much time right now.”
“Same, same. I’m meant to go over to Branwyn’s for lunch, and one of the frangipani plants is covered in red spider mite. I don
