Page 108 of Just the Wrong Twin

“Bastard!” Regan whispered and Nate nodded agreement.

“I suggested that she take charge of the situation, that she’d be less vulnerable than if she was hiding,” Nate concluded. “She’s been hiding for years, always worried they might turn up.”

“And now she’s taking your advice to end it,” Pierce said with undisguised satisfaction. “We’re doing this jobpro bono,” he said crisply. “I don’t like the situation and I don’t like seeing people I respect being bullied. Nate, I’m assuming you want to be in on this.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And since you’re friends with Sonia, your presence will help her, too. Troll, how do you feel about a drive to Manhattan next Saturday?”

“Count me in,” Troll said.

“The plan is for the other sister to meet the Strongs where she lives, in the apartment of one Tobias de Wynter on the Upper West Side. Apparently, it’s large enough for social distancing and will offer some privacy. Sonia intends to arrive as a surprise, and we’ll be with her.” He began to type. “I’m sending you an address, Regan, so you can try to find us a floor plan of the building and the unit itself. It’s private property so might not be so easy.”

“Please,” Regan said, and audibly cracked her knuckles.

Pierce smiled. “Troll, you’re getting the address, too, to map out your route. Take the Escalade. Nate can finish up his quarantine a day early, I think, given the importance of his role in this.”

“I’ll take Sheba for the day,” Mack volunteered before Nate could ask.

“And I’ll walk up there, just in case,” Pierce said. “Jimmy can ensure we all have comm.” He gave the camera a hard look. “Armor up, both of you. It’s impossible to know what a person will do when their secrets are revealed and they feel cornered. I have to think his career is at stake—given his reputation.” He nodded toward Mack whose lips tightened to a thin line. “With so much to lose, he may become violent and we don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“But we’ll be there,” Nate said with resolve and the team nodded.

“That was smart of her to call us,” Regan said firmly and Nate agreed.

He’d been right when he’d told Katia that Sonia didn’t need to be rescued, but that didn’t mean that she had to do everything alone.

Thirteen

Nate was surprised when Diane called him Thursday afternoon. He didn’t talk to his sister much, and she never called during business hours. He immediately assumed something had happened to their mom.

“Is Mom all right?” he asked when he answered the phone.

“Mom? Sure, she’s fine,” Diane said, so surprised by his question that Nate knew that hadn’t been the reason for her call. “Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re calling at three in the afternoon on a Thursday. You’re usually busy reshaping the world during business hours.”

Diane laughed. “Who says I’m not? Are you too busy to talk?”

“No, I have an online class in fifteen minutes, but now is good.”

“I’ll be quick.” His sister spoke with her usual brisk efficiency. “When you worked at that fitness club, what was it called?”

“Flatiron Five Fitness. Why?”

“I thought so,” Diane said with satisfaction. Before Nate could ask, she continued. “Do you know that girl, Sonia, with the new yoga podcast?”

“Why?”

“Because I need to reach her before anyone else does and the club is stone-walling me about contact information. They’re talking about privacy and all that.”

“Good,” Nate said.

“What?”

“They shouldn’t just give out anyone’s contact information.”

“But I need to get in touch with her.”

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