‘What else?’
‘You just like hearing me talk.’
‘I really do.Tell me what else you’d have in this fantasy castle.’
‘It wouldn’t be acastle,’Lachlan counters, frowning.‘Just a good, strong place to hold up.’
‘Towers stand out.’
‘It should stand out, but not like this.’
‘What else?’
‘Well-trained teams, a live-in crew, tunnels, backup generators obviously, plus a good surveillance system.You already designed the best I’ve ever seen.’
‘Aww.’
‘Plus traps.’
‘Traps?’
‘Yeah, definitely traps.’
‘I think you’re getting a little carried away now.’
‘You asked.’
‘What kind of traps?’
‘A crusher.’
Jules chokes on his drink, laughing.‘The fuck is acrusher?’
‘Exactly what it sounds like.’
‘Like…’ Jules mimics the closing of walls with his hands, ‘in the movies?’
‘No,’ Lachlan says.‘Likethis.’
His hands clap together, fast and hard.
The other two bodyguards didn’t even look up.
Lazy fuckers.
‘You’re not serious.’
Lachlan shrugs.‘Not about that.’
‘What else?’
‘Interrogation rooms.’
‘Dazzle me.’
‘They could be themed.’
‘For different kinds of torture?’
