Grace answered, and they exchanged a few moments of courteous
conversation then William asked for Byron.
"He's in his play room. I'll tell him to pick up."
A moment later, Byron came on the line. "Hi, Billy."
"Byron, how are things coming along?" William asked.
"Oh, not bad. You know, too cold to fish, mostly sitting around
the house, stoking a fire."
"Right," William said, knowing he couldn't just pop Byron's cap
open without a little playing. "And in your spare time, how's
your hobby coming along?"
"Well, now, Billy, is there something you're curious about?"
"Yes, there is." He decided to come right to the point with his
old friend, to simply ask for his help. "I'm very interested in
what you and Peter Jones are working on."
"It's good stuff, Billy, though we've had a little bit of a
pause."
"What kind of pause?"
"Petey had to go back to California. Had some business to deal
with."
California: Wallaby. Was there more to Matthew Locke's scheming?
Had he persuaded Jones to come back to Wallaby, to rejoin him in
leading the company? That would explain Matthew's newfound
resolution to go it alone, without ICP. After all, wasn't Jones
the one who had been so resistant to ICP all these years?
"Back to Wallaby?"
"Hell, no. Quite the contrary. Petey started selling off his
Wallaby stock yesterday to fund our project.
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