Of all the complete screw-ups. And now he was supposed to keep on mincing around like Ryan’s lap dog, doing whatever the master told him to do while the master stayed out of the line of fire. Balls to that. Ryan had shown just how smart he was—and wasn’t. Now it was time for someone else to take over, someone whose intelligence could be relied on. Ryan Hill couldn’t be cut out of the picture—that would be asking for more trouble—but he’d have to let Fats call the shots from now on.He opened the driver’s door and looked down into Rupert Fish’s face. God, he hated the man, and his bulbous purple nose, and his continual bickering with his buddy, Moody, who was as bad if not worse.“All change,” Fats said. “Give me the keys.”“I can’t do that,” Fish said. “I’m the only driver on the rental agreement. No one else is allowed—”“Move over,” Fats said, “or get out. The choice is yours.”“Do as he says, Rupert, dear,” Kitty said from the back seat, her voice dripping sympathy.
