Rosemary curled the corner of her lip into a sly smile, "That would be me."
"Boss, why is it you? How come you've got Mr. McMillian's phone?" Jack's voice quivered with fear, "I haven't spilled anything in the last couple of days. I swear, I didn't mention a peep about your
whereabouts in Belloria."
Rosemary could sense his desperate will to survive and said with interest, "Oh. is that so?"
"Absolutely." Jack's voice grew even more nervous at Hunter's tone, "I remember now, before you went off to Belloria, Mr. McMillian insisted on having a dinner with the guys. Everyone was going, and it just
would've been rude for me to skip. Mr. McMillian might have thought I was too big for my britches, like I didn't respect him."
Her interest piqued further, Rosemary prodded, "So you went?"
