chapter 21
JULIAN POLE
By morning, the air had cleared a little. We went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast — mostly because Luka was starving. Typical. That's where it finally happened: Rico and Luka made up. It didn't take long, of course. A pout, a half-smile, a muttered "sorry," and they were back to teasing each other like nothing happened.
When we got back to our room, all three of us were too full and too tired to move. The event wasn't until five. So we decided to nap for a bit.
Fast forward to five. We're getting ready, and of course, we're already thirty minutes late. Typical us.
Then there's a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," I said, walking over and pulling it open.
A middle-aged man in a black sleek suit stood in the hallway, all polished and proper.
"Hello," I said cautiously. "How can I help you?"
"Are you Mr. Pole?" he asked.
I straightened up a little. "Yes…?"
"I'm your driver for today."
"Huh?"
