Chapter 35

“He did. I forgot to thank you when you called…before when you called. Yeah. I liked it. And I miss you, too.”

“You do, do ya? That’s good to know.”

“And Ben said he hopes your dad is okay. He’s in your corner. You could call him.” Why am I suddenly Ben’s cheerleader?

“Benny isn’t my pop’s biggest fan after the Games. I doubt he wants the guy dead, natch, but still…I just dialed you, didn’t I? That’s all. Is it a bother? Am I bothering you? You want to go? I’ll let you go, I will.” He suddenly sounded overly British, woefully sleepy, and for some reason, ever so slightly angry.

“No. No. No,” Tom Alan said. “Gosh. Not at all. I like talking to you.”

“Phew.” The sound, not really the word—exaggerated, though. “Booger likes talking to you, too. You’ve checked out that video by now, right?”

“Huh?”

“Adam’s video, mate. Have you watched, and your willie?”

Tom Alan didn’t answer right away.

“You filthy wanker.”