Page 32 of Professional Liar
Eleven
Pierce
My cell phoneringing at ten am dragged me from a stack of housing inspection reports. I pulled them together and slipped the device from a stack of creamy manila envelopes. The number wasn’t familiar. I hit the accept button.
“Hello?”
“Pierce.” A feminine voice cut through the line.
“Who is this? How did you get this number?”
A huff blasted through loud and clear. “This is Bianca. Kat gave me your number in case of an emergency.
I shot to my feet already moving toward the back door to find the crew. “And you’re having one now?”
“Yes, I’m going to murder my sister. She pulled me from school this morning.”
Annoyance flashed through me and I closed the door. Guilt follow at the hysteria in Bianca’s tone. I’d advised her. I didn’t exactly say she should bring Bianca to live with us, but I might have implied it would be a good idea.
“Please, tell me you did not tell her to do this. What happened after you guys got home last night? Fox stayed here. Then he left at a random too early hour, and now he’s back. Someone needs to tell me what’s going on.”
I shifted nervously and went back to my chair, thankful the house was empty save Gerry harvesting fake crops on his cell phone in the kitchen. “That’s probably a conversation you should have with Kat.”
She yelled into the receiver and I pulled it away from my ear. “You are useless. She isn’t answering my calls right now. Likely because she knows how fucking pissed I am. But you know what, I’ve got something that will help with that.”
The phone clicked off, and I stared at it.
“What was that?” Gerry called. My ears still rang from her yelling in it.
What the hell was that?“I don’t even know man. I think the Minola sisters are about to have a showdown.”
He snorted. “I’d pay money to see that, as long as it was behind like hockey stadium glass or some shit. No chance of being impaled in the head with a high heel.”
Unfortunately, it seemed I’d have front row seats to this mess, and I doubted even bullet proof glass would keep me safe.
