“He’s with me, obviously.”
“I want to speak to him.”
“He’s busy.”
“He’s thirteen, Harrison. He isn’t a corporate executive. Put him on the phone.”
Silence.
Then Harrison laughed softly.
“You always did mistake stubbornness for strength.”
“And you always mistook money for authority.”
His laughter disappeared.
“Listen carefully. Tyler told me he gave you something at the airport. I want it back.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“What did he give me?”
“Don’t play games with me.”
“I’m not playing anything.”
“Emily, that card belongs to my family.”
“No. Apparently, it belongs to a trust established by your father.”
The silence that followed was unlike anything I had heard from Harrison before.
It wasn’t anger.
It was fear.
“You’ve spoken to Margaret Ellis.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.”
“You have no idea what you’re getting involved in.”
“Then explain it to me.”
