Chapter 81

“Dixon,” Toby answered, sounding pissed and rough. “What do you want?”

“We have some business to discuss,” I said arrogantly.

“What type of business?”

“Gray McKeever business.”

He laughed obnoxiously, which pissed me off even more, and said, “There isn’t any business to discuss. Gray has obviously made his choice, and it’s to be with me, not you.”

Irate, flummoxed, perhaps taking his hit in the solar plexus, I grew silent for a second, two seconds, three. Then I managed to say, “I don’t want to discuss this on the phone. This is something we need to get through face to face.”

“You want to meet at Rossner Junction again?”

Without even thinking his suggestion through, I replied, “I do.”

“Does noon work for you?”

“It does,” I said, sounding confident.

“See you then,” he said and ended our call, ready to do battle with me, I was sure.

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Rossner Junction

11:59 A.M.