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“Well, yes.” Graeme nodded. “Besides that. I’m aware it rates fairly high on his list, though.”
“I’d say it tops his list,” Lobo grunted. “But other than that, he’s demanding that I allow Bureau surveillance of the grounds surrounding the house. He seems a bit put out that his satellites are having trouble zooming in on it. Seems there’s some atmospheric or magnetic interference.”
Graeme smiled, he couldn’t help it. Satisfaction could be a wonderful thing.
“I’m quite pleased with the interference as well as its cloaking.” The Wolf’s gray eyes mirrored Graeme’s own satisfaction. “I’m especially pleased that it’s untraceable. So far.”
“The algorithm only kicks in when satellite detection is intercepted and it’s changing constantly.” Graeme shrugged. There were also protocols that helped detect any attempts to trace it. It was one of his most ingenious programs yet. He loved it.
“I consider myself quite lucky to have acquired your loyalty for the time being.” Lobo sighed. “But Wyatt has the potential to become a problem, Graeme. On-the-ground surveillance could also pinpoint the location of the satellite interference.”
Graeme restrained the urge to roll his eyes.
“On-the-ground surveillance won’t pinpoint the problem, Lobo,” he assured him. “I told you that.”
“But you haven’t told me why.” Ice coated his voice.
No, he hadn’t told him why. He hadn’t explained to either Lobo or his head of security how it worked, and he wasn’t about to. But tracing it would be impossible where Jonas was concerned.
Dropping the chair to all four legs, Graeme rose to his feet and moved away from the monitors as he kept Lobo in sight.
“Why doesn’t matter,” he reminded the other Breed. “It works.”
“It’s not magic, therefore, it’s vulnerable,” Lobo argued.
“Is this becoming an issue, Reever?” Facing him fully, Graeme narrowed his eyes on the Wolf and waited.
Losing Reever’s loyalty would be a problem, but it wasn’t insurmountable.
“Not an issue.” Lobo shook his head, not at all concerned by Graeme’s stance. “Simply an observation. At the moment, my only issue is Wyatt. As I said, a war with the Bureau would be a problem at this time. I’d prefer to stay on the friendly side, if you don’t mind. But I’d also prefer not to have enforcers lurking around my property.”
In that, Graeme didn’t blame him a bit.
“Tell them they can watch the house all they like from the property line,” he suggested, unconcerned with the problem. “Your agreement with the Bureau does not arbitrarily allow for Bureau surveillance on the grounds itself.”
“Graeme, they’re already watching from the property line.” Reever sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, likely wrinkling the pristine white silk shirt he wore.
Lobo didn’t like wrinkles, Graeme remembered in amusement.
Damn. If he had to make this a personal favor, then he was going to lose one of the debts he’d gathered over the years. Likely several of them. He didn’t like the thought of that.
“Doesn’t the new division director of this area owe you a favor?” Graeme asked then, his eyes narrowing on the Wolf. “You allowed the use of this cavern to take care of a little problem he had not long ago.”
The execution of the man who had betrayed Rule Breaker’s mate wasn’t exactly a nominal debt. Reever had given the use of the caverns, supposedly, as well as a promise to keep the location and Breaker’s part in it secret.
“That’s the only debt Breaker owes me,” Lobo growled. “I’d prefer not to use it.”
Graeme stared back at him in surprise. “You want me to use my brownie points?”
“You have far more than I do in this instance,” Lobo drawled knowingly. “It seems only fair you use one from what appears to be an abundance of points rather than using the only one I’ve acquired with the new division director.”
“I’ve an abundance because I don’t spend them without thought or give them away like fucking candy, Reever,” he growled, irritated at the thought of spending one of the precious debts he’d managed to acquire.
“I want this to go away, Graeme.” Smooth, without command but definitely a warning, Lobo gave a brief inclination of his head as a farewell before turning and walking away.
“Yeah, well, and I want to let the freak loose, but I keep him contained,” he muttered, striding furiously back to the computers and throwing himself back in his chair.
Dammit, he didn’t have time for what Lobo wanted.
