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And some disturbing light on the crotchety Mr. Henderson who was trying to do a little dirty in a highly illegal way.
“The only visitor he has is his—” My words cut off abruptly as I gagged and nearly lost my dinner. “That’s not his granddaughter who comes to visit every other week.”
“I sure fuckin’ hope not.”
“Oh, God,” I cried, fighting back another retch. “Shut up.”
Judge laughed, but even he looked a little nauseous.
“I don’t know why she’d think I was involved,” I said, wracking my brain until it hit me. “Three weeks ago.”
“What?”
“Remember I told you about the strays I feed?” At his nod, I continued. “Some of the residents gave me a big box filled with cans of food for them. Mr. Henderson’s… friend was leaving at the same time as me. She saw me carrying the box and must’ve thought it was drugs. Wouldn’t they check me out first or something?”
“No, Nash is impulsive. He’d act on word alone.”
“How is he so powerful when he’s so dumb?”
“Fear is a powerful motivator. He’s got a high body count and a large collection of blackmail.”
“Do you need to call Nox?”
He glanced at the clock on the table. “It can wait.”
“Then tell me about Madison.”
“I gotta backtrack for any of this to make sense.” He rubbed his jaw. “Nox has a gift for findin’ things. People. Info. Skeletons.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant that literally or figuratively, but I had the strong suspicion it was both.
“Like a private investigator?” I asked.
“Without all the regulations, certifications, and laws gettin’ in the way.”
“Ohhhkay,” I drawled. “So, not quite the same.”
“Mayhem does our own thing, but we work with him a lot.”
I said I wanted to know, so here goes nothing…
“What’s Mayhem do?” I asked.
His brows lowered. “I told you, security.”
I blinked a few times. “What?”
When he’d told me, I’d assumed he was lying. At the very least, stretching the truth.
“Mostly big shots. Some celebrities.”
“That’s so… legal,” I murmured.
“Also means we get to do some B&E to recoup stolen property, beat the shit outta thieves, blackmailers, stalkers—”
“Little less legal, but okay.” I took a minute to wrap my head around it. “Do you have an office building and business cards and a tie? Oh! Do you have a briefcase?”
“You’re a fuckin’ weirdo,” he said, laughing. “Are business cards and briefcases your kink?”
