Chapter 294
"Sara, I need to talk to Tyler." I barreled down I-20, swerving around traffic, pushing eighty-five, Buzzcut humming to himself in the passenger seat.
"Uh. Can I ask what this is regarding, Matt?" Sara said, her voice carrying the typical tinny undertone that coincided with a voice call.
"Are you—does he have you screening his calls like a fucking secretary?" As usual for fucking I-20, two cars were turtle crawling the far left lanes, cruising well under the speed limit. I dropped back, crossing over to the third and gunned it.
The text fired back in the blink of an eye, distracting me momentarily until I realized how long Sara had been silent.
I cleared my throat, switching the blinker for another lane change. "Maybe that was out of pocket. But what's the deal? He's dodging calls, stonewalling Nick—I don't get it. We're in a strong position right now, but there's no guarantee it'll last if we don't push the advantage."
There was a cutoff noise as Sara started to speak and stopped, then tried again. "Uh. There's a bit of organizational drag happening. Too many chefs in the kitchen."
"Pertaining to what?"