So I should stop? Where's the fun in that?
Meantime, enjoy!____________________________
6 -- RESPONSE “One more irreverent squawk out of you, Myles, and I’ll
drag you into a ring,” warned Bobby.
Myles held up his hands in surrender. “I was merely making a point about the apparent parallels. One can never have too many nudges in the right direction.”
“Thank you, Myles,” said Jack. “I may not be a Harvard-educated Einstein but I get it.”
Tara grinned. Ever the peacemaker, she waved at Jack. “What’s your take on this?”
“I’m not sure if there’s another sting Nick’s involved in or if he’s been forced into hiding because of Kim’s release or he’s seriously in some other trouble. I haven’t had time to dig or make contact with anybody in New York. I’ve been trying to work out where to start without ruffling any feathers … just in case. I only know he wouldn’t send that message to Sam if he had a choice.”
Myles scratched his head. “If it’s trouble, it isn’t any safer for Sam than it is for Nick. Where is she?”
“In my apartment.”
Bobby choked. “You’re out of your mind. That’s safe?”
“I couldn’t think of anywhere else to put her up at short notice. And for the moment, it’s safer than New York.”
“True,” said Myles. “So we have three to-dos: one, find a safe house for Sam, which may or may not end up Jack's place; two, find out what Nick’s been working on, which could mean contacting NY surreptitiously or otherwise; three, find Nick.”
“That about sums it up,” said Jack, tiredly. “And four, let D in on this. And Sue.”
“Right-o,” said Bobby, slapping his hands. “I’m in. Since Darcy’s away, I can baby sit Sam … maybe I’ll get Darcy to do some sniffing because she just happens to be in New York.”
Myles rolled his eyes. “The winds of fortune … ”
“I’m in,” said Tara, ignoring him. “You’ll need me to trace all those emails and calls. Let me have Nick’s contact details.”
“For what it’s worth, I’m in,” said Lucy. “Doing whatever I can.”
They turned to Myles, who was bent over an open drawer. Bobby stretched a leg and kicked the bottom of his desk. He cleared his throat menacingly.
Myles looked up. “What? I’m looking for my New York FBI directory.” He held it up. “Who do you want me to call first?”