Page 114 of Gone Before Goodbye
“The Boob Whisperer? Do you know he calls himself that?”
“I do, yes.”
“Gross,” Bonnie says, in case the groan hadn’t been obvious enough. “Look, Maggie, I know you’re going through a tough time out there—”
“It’s for a medical consult.”
“And only Steve can help? Come on, Maggie.”
Maggie doesn’t have time for this. “Do you have his number or not?”
With a theatrical sigh, Bonnie gives it to her.
It’s midnight here in Dubai, but Maggie is hardly worried about waking him. The phone Charles gave her has Maggie’s name on the caller ID. She figures that there’s an excellent chance Charles or oneof his people is listening in on the calls, but at this stage she doesn’t really care.
Steve picks up on the third ring. His voice doesn’t hide his surprise. “Well, well, well, is this reallytheMaggie McCabe?”
“Hey, Steve.”
She hears classical music in the background. One of Chopin’s preludes. A bit of a surprise for Steve. She’d expected something more like Van Halen’s “Hot for Teacher” or Mötley Crüe’s “Girls, Girls, Girls.”
“To what do I owe the pleasure of a late-night call?”
Maggie tries not to roll her eyes. “I’m in Dubai—”
“What, now?”
“Yes.”
“I hear music. Are you at a club?”
“I am.”
“Which one? I know them all.”
Big surprise. “Etoile Adiona.”
Steve gives a low whistle. “Exclusive.”
“Yeah, there’s only like a thousand people here.”
“It should start filling up now.”
“With lots of young tail, I’m sure.”
“What?” He laughs. “Oh, Maggie, I was only kidding with that. Look, give me ten minutes to get ready—”
“I’m on my way out,” she says, “but I do need your expertise.”
“Oh?”
“Will you be at Apollo Longevity tomorrow?”
Steve’s voice grows a touch wary. “I should be, yes.”
“I have a patient. A twenty-four-year-old woman. I performed a breast augmentation on her.”
“Wait. Wasn’t your medical license revoked?”
