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.

Conrad that these dirty tricks would get him nowhere. Even if he had

sure he's

Call Ernest and get yourself out of the country," Conrad's words through the phone

in on this with Brown? It sounded

sent you... Oh, and if you don't show, I might just send him off to confess his sins to the Almighty." "Felicia, don't listen to him, don't come..." Conrad's plea was

had been

Henrik

just a ruse by Henrik to throw me

stop it! I'm coming right

darling!" With that, the call ended, and the sounds of violence

let my hand drop, the phone still in

with a location. I stared at it, unable to

just waltz into Brown's trap without backup. If

picking up, and

I could call Jefferson instead. But just as I was about to switch calls, Ernest

a clear indication that he knew this

Brown. He wants me to go there, and