Alaric
I glanced at him, then back at the road. "You have a cousin in Canada?"
"I have a cousin who is coming to Canada," he said, scrolling. "He flies in tomorrow for the race, he is bringing friends, and he wants garage passes for all of them." He read on and snorted. "He also wants to know if I can get him into Ferrari hospitality."
"Why would he want Ferrari hospitality?"
Nico turned the phone around so I could see the name on the screen, and I nearly put the car into the barrier for the second time in five minutes.
"Leo Ackerman?" I said. "Doctor Leo Ackerman?"
"So you do remember him?"
"Remember him? Of course I do. He was my doctor for four months after the crash. He came into my room every single morning to tell me my potassium levels were a personal disappointment to him."
Nico was laughing so hard he had to put the phone down.
"He is your cousin?" I said. "How did I never know that?"
