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“What’s going on?”
Dad ends the call and offers Francesca a smile. “Glad to have you join us this morning.”
“Joey was just telling me he invited Rhett and Spencer to the meeting.”
Dad quirks his eyebrow. “Is that so?”
Alexandra sits down in the chair opposite of Francesca, briefly distracting me.
I clear my throat and keep my gaze off her. “I told them to come up here in ten minutes. That way, we have a chance to go over whatever is on your agenda first.”
Dad nods. “The only thing on my agenda is to check in with Alexandra regarding the grand opening of the club.”
She sits up straighter in her chair. “Everything is finalized. The caterers and reporters have confirmed their end of things. All we have to do is re-employ the dancers and bartenders.”
Dad grabs his notebook and makes a note for himself. “I’ll handle that this afternoon.”
A knock sounds on the conference room door. Looking over, I see Rhett and Spencer standing there waiting. I wave them in.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Spencer says as he walks around the table to sit next to Alexandra while Rhett sits next to Francesca.
“You’re right on time. Joseph was just about to catch us up to date on what’s going on.”
Everyone glances my way, waiting for me to spill the secrets.
“I interrogated the guy in our custody. His name is John Smith, and he works for Giuseppe Rossi and has had to go on seemingly random scavenger hunts.”
Several snickers echo throughout the conference room at his name.
“He had to count how many houses were on the same street as the Rossi estate, count the parking spaces at businessesaround town, take pictures at the top of the Tybee Island Lighthouse, take pictures of a couple of ports, and-”
Dad interrupts me. “Why the hell does Rossi need to know these things?”
“I can only assume it’s John’s initiation to prove that he’s loyal to the Rossi family.”
Dad frowns. “That doesn’t seem dire enough to call Rhett and Spencer in.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Of course, Dad jumps straight to the wrong conclusion. “That’s not all I found out.”
I chance a glance at Francesca, then Alexandra.
“John had to take pictures of the club while it was being framed, and he had to get information on Savannah, Alexandra, and Avery.”
Spencer jumps out of his seat and slams his hands down on the desk. “What kind of information?”
If he wasn’t dating Savannah, I’d yell at him about decorum, but I know he’s worried about her.
“He had to get their addresses, their car make and model, and who they hang out with.”
My gaze moves to Alexandra, who is fear-stricken and panting, and I instantly regret openly telling them about the information I discovered.
Francesca whispers, “What can we do?”
“I’ve been brainstorming. Savannah is practically living with Spencer, so she’s protected most of the time, but we can hire extra security to follow her around. Avery has her father, but she’s probably left alone a lot, so she would benefit from having her own security detail.”
My gaze meets Alexandra’s.
“Alexandra is here most of the time, but I think if we have a couple of extra apartments, we can have Avery move into one and Alexandra move in another. There’s security there all thetime. Players live there and can keep an eye on them. Francesca is there when we have away games.”