Page 54 of Up All Night
"It appears to be several people, but the dude that made the delivery to my office has been traced back to an ex-con, and we're just trying to get a guy in to dig a little deeper on who hired him."
"An ex-con."I repeat."Jesus, this shit is getting serious."
"Yeah.But we knew that this was going to happen sooner or later.It's just a matter of time.Too much heat and a lot of players now.It's bound to happen."
"I get it.Luckily this new pad of mine has top notch security."
"We're still putting eyes on your place.Outside.Especially at night.Until we shut this guy or this operation down."
"Works for me."
Jagger changes the subject.“So, are you going to marry her?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”I tease.
“I was just wondering if we're looking at a double wedding or something, what with Rush and Izzy tying the knot now, too."
“Look at you already putting a ring on Lark‘s finger.I never said I was going to marry her."
“Oh, but you will.No Lawson has ever had a baby out of wedlock."
“There’s a first for everything in this family."
“Alright, be evasive."
“A magician never reveals his tricks, man."
“Fine.Just make sure you don’t elope.Axel gets a hold of that nugget of Intel, and he’ll have your face plastered on every rag in the world."
“Oh yeah, about that."
I’m about to tell him what I saw when Axl paid me a visit at the hotel.I'm surprised that Jagger hasn’t heard anything from him.“Oh, shit, that’s Wesley.I’ve gotta go.I’ll talk to you later."
He ends the call before I can say another word.
Boston
Two weeks ago
I’m standing inside the foyer of the Hilton in New York, on a call.It’s the middle of the night, and there’s nobody here, save for the guy at the concierge desk.It looks like he could use a giant cup of black coffee from the coffee shop next-door.The night manager asked me to wait by the bar, while they switch my room, which has somehow sprung a leak in the washroom.
“Word is it that they’ve got someone watching the plant in North Carolina."
“I can get an eye over there.What about the other?”
“You mean Bowie?Keep digging.There’s gotta be a weakness in there somewhere.Lawson Enterprises doesn’t have a fucking moat around them.”
“Did you hear about the daughter?”
“A daughter?”
“Isabelle Hopkins.They call her Izzy for short.She’s his secret weapon.”
I check around my shoulder to make sure that I’m not in earshot of anyone.It’s the second time I’ve done it in the last two minutes, but I can never be too sure.“Isabelle Hopkins, you say.How come I’ve never heard of her?"
“Like I said, she’s his secret weapon, and she’s been sniffing around the North Carolina plant."
“Does Bowie know her?"
