I called Levi but it went straight to voicemail, so I forwarded the Queen's text along with a 911.
He phoned me back immediately. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Be ready."
"I work alone. I just need - "
"The only way you'll make it in time is with a private plane. And if you want that, then smile and partner up."
"If something shady's going down, they're not going to let in a House Head."
"I won't be recognized." He was impossible.
"Should I wear anything in particular?" I said.
"No. I'll take care of that."
Fuck balls. I'd probably end up in ridiculous heels that were impossible to run in and one of those dresses that gave everyone a free show when I sat down. Plus, I'd have to wear opaque black stockings to hide the scar on my right thigh. "Can't wait."