The Bluestocking 2022-23

“To this point I couldn’t be more proud of my son Jon’s achievements,” said the old man on the phone, “but one thing I think you should know is, Jon was never dead.”

I spat out my coffee. Then I found myself screaming and dialing Billy’s number.

“Quinn! Short time, no see. I’m at a party on this private island with some actor friends. You should come.” I heard him pop a bottle of champagne.

I growled. “I suppose that includes Maxwell’s ex-girlfriend Jane, his professor Dr. Davis, or even himself?”

“Jon says thank you,” Billy laughed hysterically as he gulped down the champagne. “I’ll leave it to you.” He passed the phone to someone else.

“Hello, Quinn.” It’s the first time I’d heard Jon’s voice. Composed, calm, he was really the same Jon in my article.

“Good for you, you smart bastard.” I chuckled.

“Thank you,” he said. “Money, fame… In the end, we all got what we wanted.”

“The true value of your art,” I muttered.

He laughed. “Look forward to seeing you.”

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