“In that case, yes. I’ll have the butterscotch banana split,” Tony said.
“And I’ll have the grilled banana split with hot fudge and rum caramel sauce.”
“Your arteries are going to clog,” Tony told him.
Bryan shrugged. “But what a lovely way to go.” He turned to us. “Now go. We have things under control here, and you’ve got us drooling.”
~*~
THE NEXT DAY, Stapleton was taken back to jail, all possibility of bond revoked, and both families were informed that if they attempted to interfere again, their assets would be assigned, and they’d be blacklisted from all their clubs and associations.
Threats like that mattered more to them than actually being imprisoned.
VIII
I hadn’t wanted to hound Mark about the operation the WBIS agents had undertaken to rescue the assets of the CIA operative who’d been outed, but on August 19, he called to bring me up to speed on the outcome.