"First, you always need to be within cell phone contact. That's nonnegotiable."
"Fine. But I can tell there's something else. Spill it."
Walt nodded his head toward Kaitlyn. "Who's the broad?"
Ryan could feel his blood pressure rising. "She's not a broad. She's a very nice female who happens to be renting the cottage next to me. Why?"
"What does she want?"
"Want? What do you mean, what does she want?" Breathe, Ryan.
"Everyone wants something, Ryan. Haven't you figured that out yet?" He took his phone out of his pocket again. "We'll have to find out what little Miss Nosy Neighbor wants."
"You aren't going over there to give her the third degree." Ryan was ready to punch his agent. He wanted to keep Kaitlyn out of this at all costs.
"Don't have to," Walt smirked. "I snapped a picture of her. As we speak, I'm sending it to our private investigator to check her out."