Now Reuben had come over as well. Apparently they were having a convention outside McDonald’s.
“Me, too,” Conner said. “But how?”
“Your brother told me you were some sort of hacker—”
“Not really—”
“Well, you’d better be, because you’re all I got.”
Reuben ran up and shot a quizzical look at Jed.
Conner rubbed a finger and thumb into his eyes, saw stars. “I don’t know what I can do. I’m on my way to get married.”
“I got that part.”
“Memorial Day. As inthreedays.”
Silence. A hiccupped breath.
Ah, shoot. “Listen, how about if we connect after—”
“It’s now or never, Conner. I meet with you and end this, or I disappear again, and this time, without your brother’s phone. Clearly, I can stop waiting for his call.”
Ouch.
“Where are you?” she asked.
This was where his better sense started firing. Because although the conversation snarled in his brain, he did know one thing.
The last thing Liza needed was his past destroying her day.
“Where areyou?”
“Canada.”
“That’s a big place.”
“It can get smaller.”
“Fine. Are you anywhere near Thunder Bay?”
“I can be.”
He blew out a breath. “There’s a living history attraction—called Fort William. Meet me there tomorrow, noon. Can you make that work?”
“Yes.”
“How will you—”
“I’ll find you. And Conner...watch your back.” Blue hung up.
Conner just stared at his phone.
“What’s going on?” Reuben asked.
“That was—wait a second...” He opened up his text messages. Scrolled down— “You’ve got to be kidding me. Liza sent out a wedding invitation to everyone on my contact list.” He opened it up, read the short note. Opened the list of recipients. “There are people on this list I haven’t talked to in years. Maybe never.”
He looked up. “That was...someone named Blue. Apparently, she worked with my brother. She had his burner phone and actually thought...” He winced. “She thought it was him calling.”