He waited until it stopped, then slipped it from his shirt pocket. The caller ID flashed private caller. “No message. Guess it wasn’t that important.” Waverly rocked back in his red velvet chair. The room had six rows of comfy, theater-style seats and could accommodate twenty-four. Deidra sat to Waverly’s left. His in-laws, next to Deidra. A minute later, the phone buzzed again. And again, Waverly ignored it. “Looks like somebody’s kind of anxious to get in touch with you,” Leon said. The third time it vibrated, which was about thirty seconds later, Waverly wished he had turned it off. This time he answered. “Waverly Sloan,” he said, annoyed. “Just calling to check on that big payout I’ve got coming.” Waverly stiffened at the sound of Rico’s voice. Deidra turned to stare at him. The near darkness concealed her face, but he could tell she was upset by the interruption. Waverly stood, stepped into the hallway and leaned against the wall. He didn’t appreciate Rico interrupting his family time.
