I arch a brow. “What sort of talk?”
“About the incident last week with Mr. Huxley. When he punched recruit Davis after he heard about his drug use.”
Fucking Declan.I frown, hoping his actions aren’t going to bite us in the ass. “What about it?”
“They say he’s looking at filing charges against Mr. Huxley for assault. However, I also have it on good authority that he might be willing to negotiate.”
I grind my teeth. The last thing we fucking need right now is a lawsuit. “See if you can gather what his terms of negotiation would be, and I’ll reach out to our lawyer tomorrow.” I step back, ready to end this conversation and head home.
“There is one more urgent matter,” he says hesitantly, stopping me again. “But… maybe it should wait until tomorrow when you’re back in the office?” He shifts back and forth like he isn’t sure if he should stay or go.
I try to relax my shoulders and school my expression into an easygoing demeanor, doubtful I’m fooling anyone. Akio always tells me I look like I’m walking around just waiting to punch someone. He’s not wrong.
“Sorry, Marshall.” I sigh, ready to get this last bit of business over with. “Just feeling the stress lately. What is it?”
“I assume you’ve been keeping up with the news on the missing Helix heiress?”
That gets my attention. “I have.”
“Well, apparently before she went missing, Helix was already looking into hiring Lunar Security to do some internal work to buff up their systems. But now with Miss Helix missing, they’re asking to meet with you at your earliest convenience. I went ahead and scheduled you to meet with Sebastian Helix on Thursday morning.”
I blink back my surprise. Is the big bad pig inviting the wolves over for dinner? No way are we this lucky.
“I know you have a full caseload already,” he rushes to say, apparently taking my silence for uncertainty. “But with such a high-profile missingpersons case, I thought perhaps it would be good for business. If I overstepped I can call to cancel and–”
“No,” I bark, then lower my voice. “Sorry, no. Do not cancel. You did great, Marshall.”
He preens at my praise. “Very well. I’ll send over the profile for you to review.”
I smile. “Perfect.”
I’m still reeling from our insanely good luck when I walk through the front door of our home, takeout bags in tow from my favorite Chinese restaurant. I prefer to cook most days, but after today’s unexpected trip to the office, I’m too tired. And I’m not about to ask one of my brothers to cook either. Not just because the kitchen is my space, but Dec can’t even heat a can of soup and Akio’s idea of cooking is toasting Pop-Tarts and slapping butter on top. Don’t get me started.
“Food’s here,” I call out, placing the bag on the kitchen island.
Less than a minute later, Declan enters the kitchen muttering, “Fucking finally.”
“You and I need to chat later,” I tell him.
“About?” he asks as he digs out the cartons of food.
“About your reckless behavior at work last week and how it’s coming back to bite us in the ass. Like we don’t already have enough on our fucking plate.”
Dec rolls his eyes. “Relax. It’ll be fine. Just call up our lawyers and they’ll sort it out.”
I bite back my retort as Akio strides into the room, eyes glued to his phone.
I look behind him, waiting for a certain raven haired beauty to bound in next, but she doesn’t show. “Did we lose our prisoner?”
“Headache.” Dec pops a dumpling in his mouth. “She’s been napping it off most of the day.”
My pulse picks up. “A headache? Is she hurt?” Shit. Should I have called a doctor to check her injury after we got back last night? It’s not like we don’t have the means or the money to locate a doctor who would keep things quiet about her identity if it came down to it.
“Nah, just a stress headache. I gave her some meds and plenty of water.” Akio says, still not looking up from his phone. “She’ll be good in the morning,”
My heart slows its erratic pace and I push away the strange and unwanted protective tug to go check on her myself.
“Okay.” I shrug. “It’s not like I care. Just making sure she didn’t escape while I was away.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue. I ignore Declan’s knowing look and clear my throat. “Find anything on Officer O'Brian?”
