“I don’t feel like I’m part of anything. Now I don’t even get to stay in the same place as you two, so what’s the point? I’ll leave the court documents at the inn. You can come and get them. I’m heading back to Virginia.”
“Megan, just give it a couple of days, please. We really do need you.”
“Words, Sean. How about some action?”
“I promise you that your time will come.”
There was a long silence. “You’ve got two days, Sean, and then I’ll be back in Virginia.”
He’d told Michelle what Megan had said.
“I can’t really blame her,” said Michelle. “And if she does jump ship, we’ll just have to find another lawyer or you’ll just have to do it.”
“But she knows a lot. She could be in danger.”
“True, but I’m just not sure what we can do about it.”
Sean put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone. A message had just come through. “Damn!”
Michelle looked up from her work. “What is it?”
“Someone left a message. I must’ve been on the phone with Megan.”
He listened to the voice mail.
“Who was it?”
“Peter Bunting.”
“What did he say?” asked Michelle.
“He wants to talk.”
“Kelly Paul was right. He did come to us.”
Sean called the man back. He answered on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“It’s Sean King.”
“Thank you for calling me.”
“I’m surprised to hear from you after our last meeting. My partner and I are lucky to still be breathing.”
“I don’t know what happened after I left you,” said Bunting. “But I apologize if you were put in any danger. That was not my intent. For what it’s worth the rest of the evening was far from pleasant for me either.”
“Okay.”
“You don’t believe me, do you?”
“Actually, I do.”
“I want to meet with you.”
“That’s what you said on the message. Why?”
“I have a proposition.”