Bab 529: The Home

An hour ago, Angela, Rick, and Trigger put away their dinner leftovers in the fridge and wiped down the counter. They would be heading home after the last of the workers had left and planned to come back early the next day when they expected delivery to arrive for some new indoor plants that would make the interior even homier. 

Her phone rang, confusing her when she saw the real estate agent on the screen. And when she spoke to him, the blood on her face drained. She gasped, earning concerned looks from Rick and Trigger. When the call ended, she faced the two men and blurted, "Gael is on his way here!"

"That's not right." Rick dug his phone from his pocket and swiped on the screen. "He didn't say anything about flying here tonight."

"I don't have anything from him either," Trigger confirmed, checking his phone.

"The hell? Neither do I, boys! Does that matter right now? The point is, he is on his way here!"

"Why?" Trigger wondered.