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“I’m about to call the bluff on these jackasses. I don’t need you caught up in it yet if it’s not necessary.”
    â€œThank you, Therin. Thanks for believing in me. Most…” She sniffled lightly. “Most would have judged and not given another thought to firing me.”
    â€œWell, I happen to know, like and respect Ruby Loro too much to lose her.” He turned his back on the view then. “You get lost and I’ll be in touch when the coast is halfway clear.”
    â€œRight. Oh! Therin? You had a call come in from a Shepard Yale. Is he—?”
    â€œYeah…one and the same.” Therin confirmed Ruby’s suspicions on the caller’s identity while wondering what the retired general wanted with him. He didn’t realize he’d spoken aloud.
    â€œThe general was a military liaison toward the end of his career. He smoothed more ruffled feathers and thwarted more potential uprisings than anyone who held the post before or since.” Ruby sighed after giving the rundown. “Maybe something’s about to go down and he wants to consult with you.”
    â€œMaybe…” Therin tapped his cleft chin and considered the words briefly before turning his focus back to Ruby. “You go pack. We’ll talk soon, all right?”
    â€œAll right, and Therin? Thanks.”
    Vaughn came to the living area just as the call ended. “How’d she take it?”
    â€œNot well.”
    Vaughn nodded. “Did she have any idea who could’ve leaked this about her past?”
    Therin tossed the phone to the sofa. “Not one. Folks she knew back then weren’t really interested in her past, but what she could do for ’em in front of the camera, you know?”
    â€œRight…” Vaughn’s mouth tightened.
    â€œRuby said a call came in from Shep Yale.”
    â€œThe general?” Vaughn dropped to the sofa and listened as Therin shared Ruby’s idea about the man wanting a consult on something about to pop off. “Could be,” he agreed, realizing the only way to know anything for sure would be to meet with the revered general.
    â€œHell, V, the man’s been retired for how long?”
    â€œAnd someone with that kind of power never fully retires. Those connections, all that knowledge—it’s always relevant.”
    Silence fell while the two contemplated. Suddenly, Therin’s curse was filling the room.
    Kianti flashed through his mind. “What’s the time?” he asked even as he checked the Swiss timepiece around his wrist. “Hell…”
    â€œWhat?” Vaughn stood.
    Therin was already halfway out the door.
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    â€œI’m so sorry, Mr. Ambassador.” Nenda Watts apologized for the third time since Therin arrived at the front desk. She’d just told him he’d missed Kianti, who had left for the airport ten minutes earlier with her entourage.
    â€œShit.” Therin brought a fist down to the glossy maple front desk while grinding the muscle in his jaw. Turning slowly, he stared absently past the windows lining the bright, elegantly designed hotel lobby.
    Was it worth it? he asked himself, wondering if he should chalk up the chance encounter as a brief interlude in the chaos that was his life. After all, what could come from an involvement between a busy pianist and a controversial ex-ambassador?
    He smiled at the combination. It was a mix best left alone. Smirking then, he turned back to the front desk.
    â€œWhere was Ms. Lawrence’s flight headed?”

Chapter 4
    Pacifica, California
    S cottie’s Supper Club prided its location for the bulk of its success. With a view to marvel over, the jazz establishment catered to patrons practically round the clock. Visitors to the club could enjoy a spectacular day or evening view and music from some of the most noted performers in the country.
    Kianti had the pleasure of enjoying the club as a patron as well