Rue and Camila already knew the score and would stay put when Ruck put the order out. It was Devyn who was the unknown right now.
“Devyn’s already agreed to stay home for a few days. She doesn’t want Bowers to catch her at the firehouse again. The more he digs, the more she might accidentally slip up and give him some piece of information that he could use against us,” I told them. “She doesn’t want that to happen.”
“Probably better that way anyway,” Drifter added. “The less stress, the better for her and the baby. How’s all that going by the way?”
“It’s going alright. The meds are keeping her blood pressure under control. Dr. Natalie is keeping a close eye on her. Thanks for sending us her way. Dev really likes her.”
“No problem,” Drifter said with a grin.
“Dr. Natalie?” Flir asked. “Who’s that?”
“The OBGYN who’s looking after Devyn,” I replied.
“And Drifter’s…friend,” Relay added with an arched brow. “Don’t think you’re going to get away without an explanation for that.”
Drifter scowled at him. “Sure, just as soon as you answer a few questions I have for you.”
Both men glared at each other silently while the tension mounted. Ruck watched with interest to see if either of them were willing to give up answers before he needed to put a stop to it.
Kilo wasn’t willing to wait. The bags under his eyes had their own luggage, but he was completely focused on Drifter now. He had his own questions. “Why the fuck didn’t you offer up this Dr. Natalie when me and Camila were looking for an OB?”
“She’s a high risk OB,” Drifter answered, eyes still locked with Relay’s. He wasn’t about to be the first one to back down. “Camila doesn’t need a high risk OB.”
“Doesn’t mean your fancy doctor couldn’t have helped her,” Kilo muttered.
“She could have, and would have, if I asked, but it would’ve been overkill and probably stressed Camila out if you took her to see a specialist when she didn’t need it.”
Kilo considered that. “Fine. But next time give us the fancy doctor. I’ll handle any anxiety Camila has over it.”
Drifter shrugged, eyes locked on Relay. “Will do.”
“You two finish your fucking pissing contest later,” Ruck told Drifter and Relay, giving up on the hope that they’d give up any information. They broke eye contact at the same time now that their president had allowed them to disengage without one of them losing. “I’ll get Glitch started on researching Bowers,” he told me. “See what’s going on.”
Ruck heaved a sigh. “In the meantime, we need to do everything we can to keep him from connecting anything else to us.”
“How would he know we were involved in the factory fire?” I asked. “Or the apartment complex? We didn’t leave behind anything to make him suspicious of us.”
“Maybe he found proof somewhere else and is assuming it’s us,” Flir answered.
“Like what?” Strike asked.
“Could be anything,” Ruck replied. “Something from Kruzman or Carrick.”
“Or even from before. It’s not like we haven’t been doing this shit for a while,” Flir said in a dry tone. “Maybe we slipped up somewhere and he’s piecing it all together.”
I scrubbed a hand over the back of my neck. “Fuck. Like we don’t have enough going on? Now we have to deal with an overzealous cop. Perfect.”
“He doesn’t have anything yet,” Kilo pointed out.
“How do you know?” Drifter asked.
“Because he’d have arrested us already,” Strike answered first. “He wouldn’t need to follow Devyn around, trying to piece everything together. He’d be waving a warrant in our faces while his lackeys put us in handcuffs.”
I nodded in agreement.
“He’s still digging. We just need to make sure we move forward with caution. Anything else pop up that we weren’texpecting?” Ruck asked, arching a brow as his gaze swept over us.
Everyone remained silent. It was a relief. We didn’t need any more trouble at the moment. We were up to our fucking balls in it already.
