"Good-bye, Matthew," William said, then turned and proceeded down
the jetway.
It was done.
* * *
Peter picked up the phone to call Kate at her studio, but then he
remembered the message Grace had given him. He dialed the number.
"Good afternoon, Phillips and Phillips," a receptionist
announced.
"Arnold Phillips, please," Peter said.
The man came on the line a moment later.
"This is Peter Jones. You called me?"
"Mr. Jones, thank you for returning my call so promptly. I'm
representing Ms. Ivy Green. She has hired our firm to reclaim her
rights to Isle, which I believe is currently in your possession."
The room spun. Peter dropped down onto the sofa. "Wait a minute.
I thought she was still in detox? She's not fit to be a mother.
Not yet."
"Oh, Mr. Jones, no, no. There seems to be a misunderstanding. I
apologize for not making the purpose of my call clear from the
start. My client has not retained me to reclaim her child. It's
the hardware and software I'm referring to. However, I believe my
partner does in fact need to talk to you also, about another
case."
Peter listened to what Mr. Phillips had to say, then, a half hour
later, he was transferred to another Mr. Phillips, who, for
forty-five minutes, discussed the child-custody case he had been
hired by Ivy to handle. A hell of a one-two punch.
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