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“A video got leaked of her. Word reached the administration, and they wanted to expel her. But from what I’ve gathered, the boy involved in that video is a Senator’s nephew. So, the video remained in private circles, and the university let it go.”
“What kind of video?” I ask cooly.
Lars doesn’t know or doesn’t want to say, but I have an idea. It seems that Megan’s trust issues are not baseless at all, and now I have a better understanding of why she ignored Isaiah’s body in the alley. Our deep dive into her life hasn’t revealed anything remotely suspicious, so I close the file.
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” I set the file down. “She seems smart.”
“You’re thinking of recruiting her permanently?” Lars questions, looking surprised. “Doesn’t she seem a bit young?”
“I could have made the same argument for Parker years ago,” I smile sharply. “I just want to test her first. She uses her wits, and I need somebody like that on the floor when I conduct the real business of this club.”
When Lars leaves, I pick up a different file that has been on my desk for a while.
It’s a ‘request’.
I study the picture of a broad-shouldered, fully tattooed man with a mean look in his eyes. The White Snakes have been looking for him for a while. Figures they would come to me.
“You’re in trouble, Marco.” I tap the table lightly.
Picking up the phone, I dial a familiar number. The person on the other end who picks up after two rings answers.
“ Exalt Logic. Who can I connect you to?”
“The blue room.”
There’s a pause on the other end and then the cheerfulness of the receptionist changes and her voice turns terse. “Understood.”
I’m connected to another person who asks, “Who are you looking for?”
“Marco Delan from the White Snakes. I need all sightings, all online activities, and phone records.”
“Understood. We’ll have them delivered to you in two days, Mr. Middleton.”
I cut the call and put Marco’s file aside. Taking this job could go completely left for me, but this is what I do. If I don’t handle it, then there’s chaos on the streets.
I stare at the beady eyes in the photo before I stack it on top of my ‘handle’ pile.
“You’ll get what’s coming to you soon, Marco. Hope you’re ready.”
Chapter 9
A Fool In Love
HUNTER
It’s noon when I wake up in my bed, alert. The room is dark without a shred of light, and I stay in bed, closing my eyes to experience the silence wrapping itself around me. Reluctantly, I decide it’s time to get up, so I pull on some sweatpants and make my way to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.
My entire penthouse is decorated in shades of black, white, and grey, and often times it's hard to discern where the lines of one thing begins and another ends. Yet, as I cross the living room, I see a figure huddled on the long couch. I stare at it and then notice the tuft of brown hair peeking out from under the comforter.
Frowning, I make my way over to the couch and kick the dangling arm. “What the fuck are you doing here, Vaughn?”
Vaughn Gunn is one of my oldest friends and the most likely of my small circle of friends to break into my home...and live to tell the tale.
He stirs and mutters something unflattering under his breath.
“What the fuck was that?” I ask dangerously.
He opens one eye and glares at me. “Let me sleep. Why are you even awake at this time?”
