“Dad will have something in mind,” Constance was saying. “He’ll have a plan A, a plan B – all the way to plan Z. You know he will.” She spoke insistently, as if to convince herself of the truth of her words.
“Of course he will,” Kate agreed, “and I hope it calls for some serious hurrying. I’m getting antsy with all this sitting around.”
Sticky looked at her askance. “You literally dropped out of the sky before lunch, Kate. Do try to be patient.”
She’d sensed a strange presence hours earlier, right here in the most luxurious penthouse suite in Los Angeles’ Beverly Wilshire Hotel.