everything done as soon as possible. You don’t want to leave your women alone in a big city if you don’t have to.”
“We live in a suburb of Detroit,” Grady said, unruffled. “We’re not worried about them being alone in a city. We just want to make sure we have plenty of time for all of the security to be in place by Monday.”
“You’re diligent,” Michael said. “That’s why I hired you. This way.” He led the brothers through the lobby and down a long hallway. “We’re not expecting trouble,” he cautioned. “It’s just … with the nature of what we’re doing here … that could be a problem.”
“I guess I’m not a hundred-percent sure what you are doing here,” Grady said. “This is a computer convention, right? Software. Hard drives. Operating systems. What’s the biggest worry?”
“Well, most of the computer systems that we’re going to be highlighting are simple,” Michael replied. “The biggest worry we’re going to have is hacker geeks trying to steal ideas. Cell phones are strictly forbidden, so we’re going to need you to confiscate them if you see them.”
“I guess I didn’t realize how cutthroat computer conventions were,” Finn quipped.
“It’s a big business,” Michael said, serious. “There’s a lot of intellectual theft to worry about. Still, that’s not really why I wanted your firm.”
“And why is that?” Finn asked, casting a quick look at James.
“We’re going to have a locked room,” Michael explained.
“What’s a locked room?”
“It’s for invited parties only,” Michael said. “Most of the people won’t even know anything is going on, but there will be some people here desperately trying to get in that room without an invitation. We need to be rigid with our enforcement.”
“And what’s going to be in this room?” Grady asked.
“A new operating system for surface-to-air missiles,” Michael replied, matter-of-fact.
Grady swallowed hard. “Oh.”
“You have to understand, if the wrong people get their hands on the system … well … it wouldn’t be good,” Michael said. “We’re not advertising the room, or the system. Still, if people want to find out information in certain circles … .”
“They’re going to find out,” James finished. “Let’s take this one step at a time. Show us the main room first. Then we’ll focus on the locked room. We’ll get everything done on time. I promise.”
“ARE you feeling better this morning?” Mandy asked Emma, leaning back in the wrought-iron chair outside of the jaunty café and studying her friend with a serious expression.
“I am,” Emma said, sipping from her glass of water. “I think I’m going to have to be careful about what food I eat.”
“That sucks,” Sophie said, rubbing the rim of her coffee mug. “You already have to forego caffeine and alcohol. You’re in New Orleans. You should at least be able to enjoy the food.”
“It’s fine,” Emma said. “I’m just excited to be here. I’ve never been obsessed with food.”
Mandy forked a heaping mound of eggs into her mouth, causing Sophie to smirk. “You’re lucky that way. I’m surprised Mandy isn’t as big as a house with the way she eats.”
Mandy furrowed her brow. “Excuse me?”
“You eat like your husband,” Sophie said. “I love food, but if I ate like Grady I’d have to spend five days a week at the gym.”
“Since we bought the house, I’ve started swimming every day,” Mandy said. “It’s keeping me in great shape. I love food too much to give it up.”
“What are you going to do in the winter?” Sophie asked.
“Force James to have more sex.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’re really going to have to force him.”
Mandy leaned over and pinched Sophie’s arm. “You’re in a mood this morning.”
Sophie jerked her arm away and rubbed it. “I’m in this mood every morning. You just never see me in the morning. It takes me hours to be pleasant.”
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