Reconciliation - Part 2

Riccardo could not afford the four-hour drive from Kansas to Missouri. Since he hadn't been to the Missouri mansion since Elma had gone off on her own, he'd often stayed in one of the luxury hotels he could find in Kansas. 

Riccardo got up for a walk in the medium-sized bedroom.

Having successfully dismissed the blonde from last night, he picked up his phone to call his best friend. 

"You can't still be asleep, can you?" he muttered when Paul refused to answer on the first ring.

"No, I'm not. I've actually been up for about two hours, I got a call that Alcatraz was planning something."

"Tell me about it." Riccardo sighed and smoothed his tousled brown hair down to the back of his head. He needed a day off.

"Apparently Guerrero had a chip implanted in his arm."

"That damn bastard!"