Page 69 of Barristers & Bones

I made coffee and toast while Roman introduced me to my bodyguard. “Luna, this is Milo Carlson. When you leave the property, you go with him. He’ll be living in the apartment above the garage.”

When Roman gave me the tour yesterday, I’d glimpsed the massive, four-car garage at the far side of his house, but he hadn’t shown me the apartment above it.

“Hello, Ms. Fowler. I’ve got your phone number programed in my phone.” Milo pulled his phone out, and a few seconds later mine vibrated. “I just forwarded you my information.”

His calling me Ms. Fowler sent a shot of adrenaline through me, and I cleared my throat. “Just Luna.”

He nodded. “And I’m Milo. If you need to leave the house for any reason, contact me and I’ll escort you. If Mr. Fowler leaves the house, you need to let me know, and I’ll come stay in the main house until he gets home. Finally, if you plan to have guests, let me know so there aren’t any misunderstandings.”

“Got it. I feel like a grown woman who’s been assigned a babysitter, but if that keeps Lionel from punching me in the face again, I’ll play along.”

Milo smiled. “It would make my job easier.”

We talked for a few more minutes, and I found out Milo was indeed a retired FBI agent who now worked for The Firm. I wondered what else he did for them.

“I’ll get settled in.” After Milo left, Roman and Gideon holed themselves up in Roman’s office for an hour. I was still reading at the kitchen bar when they came out.

Roman walked over to the coffeepot and poured himself another cup. “I want you to wear a tracking device.”

My head snapped up, and I stared at him. “Why?”

“Because I could find you faster if you get taken.”

“But you’d also know where I am, all the time.”

His lip quirked. “Exactly.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of tracking device? How would I wear it, and what’s its range?”

Gideon chuckled. “I’m glad to hear you rapidly firing off questions again. It means you’re feeling better.”

Roman reached into his pocket and pulled out an exquisite, expensive-looking, crafted metal necklace with an O-ring. Attached to the ring was a round, coin-like object dangling from it, and the band was held together with an intricate lock.

“It’s GPS so we can find you anywhere,” Roman murmured as he studied me.

I stared up at him, then glanced at the necklace. “Why is there a lock on it?”

“So it can’t be easily removed.”

My eyes narrowed. “What type of metal is it?”

His grinned this time. “Tungsten.”

“What if I want to take it off?”

Roman shrugged. “We can’t always have what we want.” The cheeky bastard had thrown my words back in my face.

I turned to Gideon and changed the subject. “Roman said you do more for The Firm than just administrative work.”

Gideon smiled and straightened his cuffs. “That's true.”

“Do you know what’s happening with the Stracks?”

“I have a good idea.”

“Are the partners going to take him out when they find him?”

He glanced at Roman with a raised eyebrow. “Your assessment is reasonable, but I can’t give you a definitive answer.”

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