Page 12 of Long Live the King
I hit my turn signal and turn us around at the first opportunity. Just as I get on the highway, Dominic’s phone starts ringing in his pocket. He doesn’t look happy when he sees the name on the display, and his mood immediately changes.
“Frankie,” he says when he answers, then he just listens. I can’t hear what Frankie is saying on the other end of the call, but I can tell it’s not making Dominic happy.
“Goddamn it. Alright,” is all Dominic says before hanging up. When I look at him, the smile he’d been carrying since we woke up this morning is completely gone.
“Is everything okay?” I inquire.
Dominic thinks on it for a second before answering, “Go to the Lumiere.”
“Okay, you’ll be okay to get home after I drop you off, or you want me to wait for you?”
“Don’t wait for me,” he answers, his mood completely reversed. “This shit is gonna require my full attention.”
