“You tell me. Because it sure seems like you know more than I do about everything.”
“I know nothing.”
“Why is Eric’s father here in New York City?” I demand.
“He’s—what?”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know.”
“I didn’t know. Honey, I didn’t know.”
“He knew you had me ask Eric to come to Denver. I know he knew.”
“He didn’t know. Of course, he didn’t know. He’s furious about Eric showing up.”
And yet, Adam says she called him. “Someone tried to kill me last night. Eric saved me.”
“What? No. Who? Why? Oh God. Oh God.” She sounds panicked. “Oh God.”
“Gigi?” I stand up, afraid she’s having another heart attack.
“He did know. I’m sorry I lied. I told him after I sent you to get Eric because—it doesn’t matter. He knew Eric was coming but—Oh God.”
“Gigi, talk to me. Are you okay?”
“I didn’t want to see either of you hurt. I don’t want that.”
She’s breathing heavily. Really heavily. “Gigi, I want you to call an ambulance or I will for you.”
“No. No. I’m fine. I need to call my son right now. Don’t call a damn ambulance. I’m not the one who’s about to need medical help.” On that feisty note, she hangs up.
I breathe out. What just happened? Who is on whose side?
I could make all kinds of assumptions, but right now, I need to do something more productive. I need to help. I consider calling Eric again, but talk of Gigi will just piss him off more, and he might really kill someone.
I walk to the door again and of course, Smith greets me again. “Going somewhere?”
“Blake, your boss.”
“What about him?”
“He’s trying to solve the puzzle from the message we were given. I’d like to help. Can you call him?”
“That I can do.” He grabs his phone and dials. A few seconds later, he relays my request and offer, and then hands me the phone.
“Hiya, Harper,” Blake says. “You got something for me?”
“No, but I know that world. Maybe I can help and right now, Eric went to see his father, and I’m feeling helpless. I need to help. I need to do something worthwhile. There might be something you pull up that means nothing to you, but something to me.”
“Good point. I’ll come to you. I’m actually nearby. Give me ten minutes.”
“That works.” I hesitate. “Blake—”
“He won’t do anything stupid.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I’ve looked into his eyes. Because I know that he’s stronger than his need for revenge and because he’s a genius. I’ll be there soon.” He disconnects.