Harry got really quiet, for a really long time. Patrick almost thought that he had lost the call before he spoke up again. “What about The Fitzgeralds?”
“I can’t tell you, right now, I will tell you when we meet in person,” Patrick said. “But I will tell you, that this could change everything.”
“Uh, huh. Well, Patrick, my boy, I will meet with you and try and help you as much as I can. How about we meet later tonight. Say, around eleven? And we meet somewhere public, that way we know that the walls won’t have ears.”
“Um, okay,” Patrick said, confused. “Where is it that you want to meet?”
“How about **insert public place in London here**?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Patrick agreed. “We’ll meet you there around eleven.”
“We?” Harry asked. “Who else is coming with you? I was under the impression that it would be just the two of us.”
“Nah, I have some people who need to be there,” Patrick replied.
“Who?” Harry asked, his voice sounding a little harsher, but Patrick just shrugged it off.
“James **He needs a last name**, you remember him when we were all MPs, yeah? He’s my partner. And my client, Ev—” he broke off when James began slashing his hand next to his throat. “And my client will even be there.”
“Okay, well, I guess those people are okay to be around. I’ll see you at **still need a place** at eleven.”
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