Page 138 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Failed,” I repeat.

“That’s right, and Taby stepped up. You have no idea how big this is. Be ready.”

“What do I need to do to prepare?”

Brad lets out a tired laugh.

“Think of how you and the wife will not die when you come.”

“The Marlin wants Cara there too?”

“It’s one big happy family,” he says sarcastically.

“Okay. We’ll be there.”

Brad turns around, walks out the door, and heads down my driveway without another word. He waves his hand briefly near his head as a goodbye.

As soon as I shut the door, I feel Cara walking toward me. I hand over the paper for her to read.

“We did it,” she says happily.

“We did.”

“Time to notify Dodger.” She groans.

“You know he likes it when we call him the director, like we’re in a movie,” I say with a laugh.

Cara and I head into the kitchen, where her cell phone is lying on the island.

“I don’t know what happened to him,” she comments.

“What do you mean?”

“We have a history together. I thought you knew that.”

I sigh.

“Another time.”

Cara dials his office, and once again, his assistant puts us on hold.

“Collins? What do you have for me?”

“That’s right. Sinclair is here too.”

“Talk,” Dodger says.

“We have the Marlin. Date, time, and place where the meetup is happening, officially. It matches what we found in Fred Jones’s house.”

“Excellent. Do you need a team?”

“Yes, I think that would be best,” she says.

“Sinclair, do you agree?” Dodger asks.

Cara looks over at me, waiting.

“Agree. From the sounds of it, there’s going to be a lot of players we want. I know the Marlin is the main target, but we can get a lot of the mafia kingpins as well. It’ll be huge.”

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