“I won’t,” he said, his expression wary, as he made the call.
After it rang several times, a man picked up, saying, “Who’s this?”
“Is Allegra there? This is her brother.”
“Where are you calling from?”
Bill slipped his boss’s business card in front of him, tapping on it.
“The solicitor’s office,” Oliver said. “To find out the legalities of signing the car over, since it’s part of the estate. May I talk to Allegra?”
“She’s busy. You can talk to me.”
Sam mouthed, “Pressure.”
Oliver nodded. “Busy or not, put her on or our conversation is over.”
“Allegra!” Dex called. “Get over here and tell your brother you’re fine.”
A few seconds of silence, then Allegra saying, “I’m fine.”
“And Trevor?” Oliver asked.
“Trevor!” Dex shouted.
“What?” This voice came from farther away.
“It’s your uncle,” they heard Allegra say. “Talk to him.”
“What for?”
“Satisfied?” Dex said.
“Quite,” Oliver replied. “What’s this information you’re willing to trade for?”
“What you need to get Albert out of jail.”
When Bill made a rolling motion with his hand, Oliver nodded. “I need something a little more concrete or we don’t have a deal.”
“Your uncle didn’t kill the security guard found in the warehouse, a man named Colton did. It was ordered by Arthur Oren, to frame him.”
“What about the video evidence?” Oliver asked, reading Remi’s note.
“That was Bruno, dressed up like the old man.”
“Then where was my uncle at the time?”
“You’ll get that information, and all the other evidence, when I get the Gray Ghost. Bring the Ghost, paperwork signed, tonight. You get what you want—evidence. And I get what I want—the car. And I mean the real car, not some trumped-up fake like you tried to pass off on Frank and Bruno.”
“I’m waiting to meet with the solicitor,” Oliver said. “There are legal papers from the estate that limit what I can sign over. I— I’ll ring you as soon as I get the papers drawn up.”
“Tell you what,” Dex said. “I’ll ring you. Is this a good number?”
Bill nodded.
“Yes.”
“Tell them to hurry with the paperwork, before I change my mind.”