If for nothing more than his mental health, he needed to craft his resignation letter.
The Disciples of Havoc was a forty-year old federal program.
He closed his eyes. The weight of what he’d learned slumped his shoulders. He was utterly defeated on every level.
After reading Dev’s Child Protection Services report, he’d questioned why no one had ever intervened on Dev’s or Shanna’s behalf. They hadn’t fallen through the cracks at all. The federal government was aware of everything but chose to do nothing.
In essence, Fox lived a life above the law.
What if Dev had been called into the circle of bikers slaughtered outside the bike shop?
Cash had to move out from underneath the thought because the instant grief was staggering.
The moral compass that kept him afloat for most of his life fundamentally disagreed with every part of the Disciples operation.
He could no longer believe in the greater good of anything. Like he’d done fifty times today already, he went to run his hands over his face and barely stopped before making contact. With his elbow, he flipped on the faucet, quickly rinsing the remaining gel from his fingers before reaching for the hand towel.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror as he dried his hands.
Fox had revenue goals to meet. What did that actually mean?
Well, the answer was obvious. The attorney general told him there was four hundred million dollars missing. But what timeframe was the loss reported over?
Based on the information Dev had shared, the older Fox was responsible for the distribution of the product. He’d read in some report that Fox also supplied the local drug dealers. Was the local transfer of product approved through the AGEOS?
Did the missing money actually mean missing product? Nowthatwas an interesting question that needed an answer. He tore his gaze from the mirror, dislodging the trance of thought. He looked down at his clothing.
He’d chosen athletic wear for this morning only because Dev liked him the most in this attire. He glanced down to the tight-fitting cropped joggers. Hopefully they’d pull a smile from Dev as the ridicule commenced.
Then Dev would whisper in his ear, going into detail about how he planned to remove the pants.
Except, the girls were here now.
What did that mean for their sex life?
The sheer volume of their great sex was mind blowing. Dev came with an infinite amount of energy… Cash shook his head to clear the thoughts. It didn’t matter.
Whatever had to happen was fine.
When they did have privacy, they’d be explosive together again. Finally, something to look forward to.
He heard the gentle vibration of his cell phone inside the spare bedroom where he had dressed that morning. Cash left the bathroom, reaching the phone and accepting the call on the fourth ring.
“Cashin, are you there?” his mother asked.
He didn’t respond until he shut the bedroom door.
“Did my text message wake you?” he asked by way of a greeting, going to the end of the mattress, taking a seat on the edge.
“No, I’ve been awake for hours. Sleep’s harder to find these days,” she said in the sweet, motherly tone she always used with him. “My phone was on the charger. That’s why it took me so long to call. Your dad’s still asleep. This is my quiet time.”
“What’re you doing?” he asked, letting her soothing tone and magic healing powers wipe away his irritation.
“I’m watching the sun rise, drinking a cup of coffee, talking to my boy,” she said happily. “A really good start to my day. The mountains are stunning this time of year.”
He smiled, staring down at the pattern in the fake hardwood floors. The tension eased off. “I won’t keep you too long. I’m just making some changes in my life. I needed courage.”
“That’s one thing you’ve never lacked. You’ve always gone after what you want. Have you met someone?” she asked like a mind reader.
