Murphy stood by the window in my office. “Five minutes.”
“How many?”
Apollo chuckled. “Two cars and five motorcycles.”
“Fucking hell,” I grunted. “Did any of them stay at the fucking clubhouse?” I knew when Royal had asked for Indiana to come
visit, that more than Indiana was going to show up.
I hadn’t thought the whole club was going to be knocking on my door.
“Is my mother with them?”
Apollo leveled he gaze on me. “I’d be fucking surprised as hell if she wasn’t. You know she hates that she doesn’t see you enough.”
I tapped my pen on my desk. “It sure would be nice if Meeks would just pop his head out and let us blow it off.” That would put an end to all this bullshit right now.
“Still no word?” Apollo asked.
I shook my head. “I talked to Leo a few hours ago. He’s at as much of a loss as I am.” Last night, one of my contacts had called me with what they though was information on Meeks. He had then proceeded to tell me everything that had happened before Grit died.
I know I said it was time for Leo to step down. But if there was anyone who needed to give it a rest and step back from working, it was Rick Malman who had wasted five minutes of my time before he actually listened to me telling him that wasn’t the information I wanted. The guy was over eighty, and his mind was not all there anymore.
“Nothing except for the recap from Malman last night,” I laughed.
Apollo shook his head. “Maybe his son or daughter needs to have a word with him.”
I dropped my pen on the desk and shrugged. “It really doesn’t have anything to do with me.” I had enough shit on my plate to deal with that I didn’t need to worry about anyone else.
“They’ve turned into the driveway,” Murphy reported.
Apollo rubbed his hands together. “Let the fun begin.”
“At least they gave us a few hours to get shit situated before they invaded,” Murphy chuckled. “From the way you made it sound, they were going to be here within in minutes before.”
It had been five hours since I had told Royal that Indiana was welcome to come over.
Now it was time for the three-ring circus.
“You think Meg brought any of that cake she makes?” Apollo asked.
“Which one?” Murphy turned away from the window. “The carrot one? Or maybe the one with the fudge frosting?” Murphy held up his hand. “I know which one you’re talking about. The apple cake with the cream cheese frosting.”
“Yes!” Apollo shouted. “She made it for Fayth’s birthday three years ago.”
“I don’t even know how you guys can remember that,” I drawled.
Apollo shrugged. “A man never forgets a good cake.”
“A great cake,” Murphy corrected him. Murphy put his finger to his ear and listened to his ear piece. “They’re at the gate.”
“Who’s letting them in?” I asked.
“Princeton had one of the new guys meet them,” Apollo said. “I can’t wait to see how shocked he is when he meets Meg.”
I stood and buttoned my jacket. “You would think she would have mellowed out throughout the years.”
Murphy opened the door to my office and stepped to the side. “Even if she had mellowed, she would still be the funniest woman I’d ever met.”