Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 1150

After what felt like ages, Tarquin Bradford's phone buzzed. It was Keaton Huber calling.

Ignoring the call, Tarquin started his car and drove away from the hospital, heading straight to Blissful Uncle's Bar.

Keaton spotted him as soon as he walked in. "Hey, why didn't you pick up my call?"

Without responding, Tarquin made his way to the booth, sat down, and lit a cigarette. He was clearly preoccupied.

Keaton eyed him suspiciously, "What's going on?"

"I want to dig up my dad's grave," Tarquin muttered.

Keaton's eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you just say?!"

Tarquin took a drag from his cigarette, his expression tense and troubled.

Keaton swallowed hard, "Did I hear that right? You want to dig up Mr. Bradford's grave?"

Tarquin's silence spoke volumes. That was exactly what he meant.

Keaton sat down beside him, trying to comprehend what he'd just heard. "What are you thinking?"

Tarquin didn't answer. Keaton pressed on, "What's happened? Something big must've gone down."

But whatever it was, Keaton couldn't see how it would involve Mr. Bradford, who had been gone for years. Tarquin had always held his father in high regard. Why would he even consider something like this?

After a moment of silence, Tarquin shifted gears, asking, "Why were you calling me?"

Keaton wanted to delve deeper into the grave-digging matter, but Tarquin was adamant. "Tell me what's up with you first."

With a resigned sigh, Keaton set aside his curiosity for the moment and mentioned Callum Leblanc.

"Callum's gone off the grid."

Tarquin turned to him, "What?"

Keaton explained, "Mr. Leblanc reached out to me recently. He hasn't been able to contact Callum. I've been looking everywhere, but I've got nothing. It's starting to look pretty grim."

Though not a tech wizard, Keaton owned a bar—a treasure trove for secrets. People tend to spill everything after a drink or two, so his network was extensive.

Tarquin frowned, "How long has he been missing?"