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Anthony Lupine.
Aha, the boys had slipped up. Nah. Not Sparrow. He rummaged in the box and found the licenses in an envelope that was stuck to the bottom of the plastic filler. The envelope read, Just in case. “Sorry I doubted you, Sparrow,” he muttered.
And then he remembered what he hadn’t been able to remember before: Andover’s launch after the New Year with its new rheumatoid arthritis medicine. Why or what it meant in the scheme of things he had no idea. Beaucoup bucks for the Andover coffers and the three owners for sure. But why was he even thinking or worrying about that? When he couldn’t come up with an answer, he shelved the thought as he had before. Sooner or later, it would come to him. If not, then it wasn’t an important consideration as far as their plans were concerned.
Just as Jack started to look down at his watch, a gift from Nikki years ago, one of those watches that did everything but scramble eggs, in his opinion, his phone rang. Snowden. He picked it up, listened briefly, and hung up. Now he knew the importance of that new product launch.
Looking again at his watch, he was shocked to see that it was already three minutes shy of the noon hour. Working on those numbers had taken a lot longer than he’d thought. He was aware suddenly of how quiet it was, with only the sound of Cyrus chomping on a huge bone that was guaranteed to clean his teeth. That had to mean the alleyway had been cleared by Harry’s people.
His stomach growling, Jack headed for the kitchen. He whistled for Cyrus, who came on the run. The shepherd waited a moment to see if his master would reach for the leash, which meant a sedate walk, or no leash, which meant a free-for-all run up and down the alley.
Jacket on, zipped up, and a heavy scarf wrapped around his neck, Jack opened the back door. No leash. Cyrus whizzed past the open door and tore down the alley, barking shrilly. Jack huddled in the doorway, hands jammed in his pockets as he stomped his feet up and down. It had to be only twenty degrees out there, he thought. He stood it as long as he could before he whistled to Cyrus to cut it short, just as the Post van and Dennis’s Humvee appeared at the security gates. The minute the door to the van slid open, he could smell the garlic. They were going to dine on Italian.
When Dennis emerged from the Humvee, he was struggling with plastic-wrapped suits on hangers. Jack held the door open for him. Ted emerged from the van, carrying two shopping bags, and Espinosa carried the food. Maggie had her own shopping bag and a box of some sort. “Everything okay? No problems?”
“Good to go,” Ted said, hustling through the doorway. The others agreed. Jack heaved a sigh of relief.
Ninety minutes later, lunch was over, the cleanup completed, Cyrus had been walked, and everyone was dressed for what Jack called the coming festivities. Jack had told them about Avery Snowden’s call and the resulting change of plans. Now the only thing left to do before the trip to Andover Pharmaceuticals was for Espinosa to apply some of Alexis’s tricks to alter their appearances.
“I’m not liking any of this right now,” Dennis complained. “When Murphy’s Law kicks in, plans go down the tubes.” His tone went from whining to accusatory when he said, “You said, Jack, that Mr. Snowden said all was good, and we were on schedule for visiting the three Andovers tomorrow. Tomorrow, not today. I’m not liking this one little bit,” he said.
Jack sighed. He was used to plans going awry, as were the others. “Yes, I did say that because that’s what Avery told me when I called him earlier. But that was hours ago. When he called ninety minutes ago to say that Otto was leaving tomorrow morning for New Mexico to talk to some people about the new drug, he called me immediately. As you all know, he has some kind of equipment in place that allows him to pick up all phone conversations in Otto’s house, and those of the other siblings
Aha, the boys had slipped up. Nah. Not Sparrow. He rummaged in the box and found the licenses in an envelope that was stuck to the bottom of the plastic filler. The envelope read, Just in case. “Sorry I doubted you, Sparrow,” he muttered.
And then he remembered what he hadn’t been able to remember before: Andover’s launch after the New Year with its new rheumatoid arthritis medicine. Why or what it meant in the scheme of things he had no idea. Beaucoup bucks for the Andover coffers and the three owners for sure. But why was he even thinking or worrying about that? When he couldn’t come up with an answer, he shelved the thought as he had before. Sooner or later, it would come to him. If not, then it wasn’t an important consideration as far as their plans were concerned.
Just as Jack started to look down at his watch, a gift from Nikki years ago, one of those watches that did everything but scramble eggs, in his opinion, his phone rang. Snowden. He picked it up, listened briefly, and hung up. Now he knew the importance of that new product launch.
Looking again at his watch, he was shocked to see that it was already three minutes shy of the noon hour. Working on those numbers had taken a lot longer than he’d thought. He was aware suddenly of how quiet it was, with only the sound of Cyrus chomping on a huge bone that was guaranteed to clean his teeth. That had to mean the alleyway had been cleared by Harry’s people.
His stomach growling, Jack headed for the kitchen. He whistled for Cyrus, who came on the run. The shepherd waited a moment to see if his master would reach for the leash, which meant a sedate walk, or no leash, which meant a free-for-all run up and down the alley.
Jacket on, zipped up, and a heavy scarf wrapped around his neck, Jack opened the back door. No leash. Cyrus whizzed past the open door and tore down the alley, barking shrilly. Jack huddled in the doorway, hands jammed in his pockets as he stomped his feet up and down. It had to be only twenty degrees out there, he thought. He stood it as long as he could before he whistled to Cyrus to cut it short, just as the Post van and Dennis’s Humvee appeared at the security gates. The minute the door to the van slid open, he could smell the garlic. They were going to dine on Italian.
When Dennis emerged from the Humvee, he was struggling with plastic-wrapped suits on hangers. Jack held the door open for him. Ted emerged from the van, carrying two shopping bags, and Espinosa carried the food. Maggie had her own shopping bag and a box of some sort. “Everything okay? No problems?”
“Good to go,” Ted said, hustling through the doorway. The others agreed. Jack heaved a sigh of relief.
Ninety minutes later, lunch was over, the cleanup completed, Cyrus had been walked, and everyone was dressed for what Jack called the coming festivities. Jack had told them about Avery Snowden’s call and the resulting change of plans. Now the only thing left to do before the trip to Andover Pharmaceuticals was for Espinosa to apply some of Alexis’s tricks to alter their appearances.
“I’m not liking any of this right now,” Dennis complained. “When Murphy’s Law kicks in, plans go down the tubes.” His tone went from whining to accusatory when he said, “You said, Jack, that Mr. Snowden said all was good, and we were on schedule for visiting the three Andovers tomorrow. Tomorrow, not today. I’m not liking this one little bit,” he said.
Jack sighed. He was used to plans going awry, as were the others. “Yes, I did say that because that’s what Avery told me when I called him earlier. But that was hours ago. When he called ninety minutes ago to say that Otto was leaving tomorrow morning for New Mexico to talk to some people about the new drug, he called me immediately. As you all know, he has some kind of equipment in place that allows him to pick up all phone conversations in Otto’s house, and those of the other siblings
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