“I’m sure we can come up with something. About tomorrow,” Apex sighed. “There are no good vantage points for your meeting. Think you can pick a different location?”
“Probably not,” I told him.
“However, I’ve hired my kidnappers to act as extra guards tomorrow. You can come join the fray if you want.”
“I will leave a communicator unit at your hotel for you and Zeke. Wear it tomorrow to help me figure out what is going on. I will try to do what I can to find the serial killer in the meantime.”
“Thanks,” I tried not to sound as glum as I felt.
“What?” Zeke asked when I handed the phone back to him.
“There isn’t a good vantage spot for Apex to set up tomorrow for our meeting with Mr. Psychopath One. So, he is going to give us communicators tomorrow to wear and he’s going to try and find the serial killer that has the mob spooked.”
“That’s a good thing,” Zeke told me.
“One would think,” I answered. “However, this is my life we are talking about. Which means something is going to go horribly wrong. I will either fry the comms unit or the serial killer will take me hostage, or we won’t be able to figure out which one he is and then the mob will kill both of us and leave our bodies to rot in the river. I just don’t have a good feeling about this.”
“Well, maybe you will get abducted by aliens,” Zeke told me.
“Maybe,” I shrugged. “I feel like I should retire from my life. I’m tired of mobsters and serial killers.”
“Maybe you should join forces with Alex and Kenzie and learn to be a private detective.”
“Yeah, because that isn’t a job fraught with peril.”
“I think you just need a hobby that doesn’t include Bedazzling everything on the planet, I think that would help you find your spunk again.”
“Spunk?” I looked at my husband.
“Yes, I have noticed in the last year, with your lack of involvement with Daniels’ Security that you have lost some of your pizzazz. Everyone kept thinking you’d get it back once the death threats stopped, but we haven’t been successful in stopping them. You are miserable because you live in a veritable fortress with far too many people, and really nothing to occupy your time.”
“This is why people end up having kids.” I told him.
“You think people have kids because they are bored?”
“Well, yes, think about it, it’s hard to be bored when you have kids and trying to have kids is definitely not boring.” I shrugged again.
“Yes, but I don’t think that is the primary reason people have kids.”
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