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The reception desk had floor lighting built in its base to illuminate it, and above it was a kickass gold and glass light feature. The paintings were positioned to perfection, the modern furniture, sumptuous and expensive. All of this making the gleam coming from the rich wood paneling on the walls gleamier.
If reception at Nightingale Investigations and Security didn’t say “We get the job done!” nothing did.
Cap took us right to a door that was almost invisible in the paneling, if it didn’t have a gold door handle. He slid open an invisible panel and punched in a code in a keypad recessed to the side of the door that I’d not noticed before, and it wasn’t functioning the last time I breached the inner sanctuary the night we rescued Elsie Fay, or it was set to open, because he and Mace didn’t use it.
We were through, down the hall, two doors in to the right, and we went into Mace’s office.
And again, it had been transformed. More kickass paintings and lighting and furniture.
But I couldn’t take it all in.
That was because Knox, Liam and Gabe were there.
But also, Mace, Lee, Eric, Vance…and Tex.
I was more than a little surprised at the addition of Tex, but I didn’t mention it, mostly because Mace pinned me with his jade eyes and demanded to know, “What we got?”
Me and my manila envelope went to his desk.
I pulled out what I had, first the pictures of the women I’d stashed in there that morning because I didn’t have time to put them back up on my wall, and I didn’t want them sitting out. Next came the pictures of the men.
“Sheets, photos,” I said, dropping the first, then putting the second on top of them. I stopped at Sergio Duzek and tapped his pic. “We believe he’s definitely involved. We found that out last night.”
Cap immediately slid the sheet out from under Duzek’s picture and started reading it.
I kept dropping, and when I finally got to the end, that being Cyrus Gibbons, I tapped him too.
“I was pretty sure he was the ringleader. Don’t ask me why. But…”
I trailed off because I felt the vibe in the room shift definitively, and it was pressing in on me.
“Get them vests,” Lee all but barked at Gabe.
Gabe took off.
I looked to Luna.
Her eyes were huge.
She felt it too.
“Lee,” Cap said low.
“Not taking them in,” Lee said the words like a prolonged grunt, his handsome face so intense, it was scary. “But they got this far. They cracked it. We’re taking them with us.” His gaze cut to Tex. “Tex, you’re on the women.”
“Got it,” Tex said.
“Get a vest,” Lee ordered Tex.
“Don’t need a vest,” Tex returned.
“Get a vest, Tex,” Lee said in a tone that brooked no argument.
Tex made a noise that the only way to describe it was a wordless grumble, and he lumbered off.
Lee looked to Mace. “You got Jorge?”
Mace, who was on his phone, jutted out his chin.
