Page 349 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

Elliot shook his head.

“No.”

Both looked.

“Why?”

“The light.”

Ronan frowned.

“What about it?”

“Too even.”

Elliot pointed toward the shadow beneath Claire’s chair.

“Overhead fluorescents. Probably commercial.”

“Basements have fluorescent lights.”

“Yes, but look at the floor.”

Smooth gray concrete. Painted lines. Ronan saw it. A narrow faded stripe passed beneath one chair leg. Yellow. Parking? Warehouse? Vance zoomed.

“Could be an old storage facility.”

Elliot looked toward her.

“Bellweather has six.”

“How do you know?”

He almost smiled.

“Psychology robot.”

Ronan stared. Elliot caught himself.

“Sorry.”

Vance ignored them.

“I’ll have locations pulled.”

She started typing. Ronan felt Elliot shift beside him. Restless. Energy looking for somewhere to go. He took Elliot’s hand. Elliot looked down. Ronan didn’t release. Not romantic. Not exactly. Anchor.

“Stay.”

Elliot’s fingers tightened.

“I’m staying.”

“For now.”

Elliot stared. Ronan held his gaze.

“Promise.”