Page 12 of Gone Before Goodbye
“He’s got some famous clients,” she says. “They probably demand discretion.”
“Probably.”
She thinks about it and then figures,Why not?“I saw Sleazy Steve.”
“Did he hit on you?”
“Yes, but he can pull younger tail now.”
“Younger tail?”
“Apparently that’s a thing.” Then she says, “He said he works at Apollo Longevity.” When there’s no reply, she says, “I thought it closed down.”
“It still has its original mission: longevity. Blood spinning, ozonetherapies, cell regeneration, stem cell, EBOO therapy.” He grins. “All cutting-edgeandstate-of-the-art.”
“But WorldCures is out?”
“There is no more WorldCures, Maggie.”
Just like that. Matter-of-fact as can be.
“Right,” she says. “I know.”
“So when are you going up to New York?”
“Tomorrow morning,” she says. “I’m going to call your dad at Vipers, see if he’s around.”
“Have you seen him recently?”
“Not since he and the gang road-tripped through here last month.”
“How’s he doing?”
“You know Porkchop,” she says.
Marc doesn’t say anything, just waits.
“He’s good,” she lies.
Maggie turns the final corner. Up ahead is the saltbox colonial she grew up in and where she now resides with her sister Sharon and nephew Cole.
“Maggie?”
“Yes?”
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
She stops. “About the meeting with Barlow?”
“Yes.”
A cold finger traces down her spine. “What makes you say that?”
“Nothing. I mean, no facts or anything.”
“Just a bad feeling?”
“Yes.”
