Chapter 85: A Hank And Jonas
Tom was silent for a moment as he glanced at Harry, his best friend and right hand man, who had been seated with him in his office.
Harry, who had been waiting to tease his nephew, Jamal, about calling Tom more times than he called him, paused when he saw the look on Tom’s face.
"What’s wrong?" Harry asked, recognizing the look on Tom’s face to mean trouble.
"Repeat what you just said, Jamal," Tom said, placing the phone on speaker for Harry to hear it for himself.
"You heard me. Genevieve is not Dawn. That bastard has been making a fool out of us this whole time," Jamal repeated, and Harry looked up from the phone to Tom’s face.
"What are you talking about Jamal? How did you know this? Where are you?" Harry asked, taken aback by the information.
Jamal sighed. This was going to take a while, and now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure he had the privacy he needed to talk about this freely here.
He wished he had had the good sense to record the conversation with Abigail. That would have made it much easier to explain.
"Uncle Harry, I didn’t know you were there. I think I need to step away from here to talk. Give me a moment," Jamal said before hanging up the call and stepping out of his room.
Tom and Harry exchanged a look as they waited for Jamal to call back. They had taught and mentored him all these years, and so they knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t raise a false alarm.
"If this is true then things are about to become very crazy," Harry muttered, swearing under his breath.