26
I’m relieved as fuck when I see the caller ID.
“Jaguar.”
“Falcon.”
“Thanks for calling back.”
“Of course.”
I hear the distance in his voice and shake my head. It seems I’m on the outs with everyone in the world at the moment; my wife, my mistresses, and now my best friend. But I don’t want that; he’s family in every sense of the word, more brother to me than my own blood. I have enough enemies, and I won’t lose my best friend over a human woman.
“Jag, I know you’re pissed…”
“I need to see her.”
“Pardon?”
“I need to see Angelina. There are a couple of things I need clarity on before I can come up with a plausible explanation for Caroline’s demise.”
“Clarity? I’ve told you what happened — Angelina poisoned her.”
“Yes, so you say,” he murmurs.
“You don’t believe me? Since when have you mistrusted my word?”
There’s silence on the other end of the line for a long minute before he sighs heavily.
“I won’t let on any of your diabolical plans, if that’s what you’re worried about. I simply need to question her.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.”
I run my hands through my hair in agitation and pace the room. It’s not that I mistrust him with my woman. I’d trust him with my life. It’s the subtext of his request.
“Am I to understand you’re telling me this because you want to see her, but you don’t want to see me?”
“Yes.”
I grit my teeth.
“Mi casa es su casa, brother,” I snarl before hanging up.