No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Ha ha..."

What came back at me was a sinister chuckle that sent shivers down my spine.

And to my astonishment, the voice belonged to none other than Brown.

But why on earth would Conrad be with him? Could it be that Henrik's theory about Conrad being the puppet master was true?

I'd had my suspicions before, and now they seemed increasingly plausible.

Fury boiling within me, I snapped, "Where's Conrad? Put him on the phone."

"Whoa, take it easy, tiger. You're just as fierce here as you are in the poolroom," Brown joked.

I was in no mood for his games. "Brown, what the hell do you want?"

"Just thought I'd challenge you to a game, you know. You were pretty slick on the court today, quite impressive," Brown chuckled.

Usually, a compliment would be flattering, but coming from him, it just made my skin crawl.

I needed to tell Conrad that these dirty tricks would get him nowhere. Even

sure he's dying to

me. Call Ernest and get yourself out of the country,"

with Brown? It sounded more like

see your Mr. Wagner, come to the address I sent you... Oh, and if you don't show, I might just send him off

had been wrong. Conrad

Henrik had

just a ruse by Henrik to

right now," I

the call ended, and

hand drop, the phone still in

it, unable to move or make a decision,

Conrad's warning, I couldn't just waltz into Brown's trap without backup. If I did, Brown would have another pawn in

wasn't picking

call Jefferson instead. But

His voice was terse, a clear indication that he knew this call

by Brown. He wants me to go