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I looked at Sin, then back to Trick who was still standing there, naked as the day he was born, without a care in the world.
I chose to let that go, because I did not want him to have to live life any other way than the way he wanted to live it.
“What is it?” I asked, changing the subject.
“A phone,” Trick repeated.
I rolled my eyes. “I know it’s a phone. But what is it? Why is it there?”
“It’s there,” Hunt said as he came up to the alley where we were all now standing in a loose circle. He took the phone from Zach and gestured to my back door. “Because someone put it there. I got off the camera feed a man coming out of your alley, going in with something in his hand, and coming out with nothing in his hand. The package was too big to be put anywhere on his person. So I knew it had to have been left there. He’s done that every single week since we put the cameras up three weeks ago. And every single time, Ignacia had been in the alley, coming out with a phone to her ear.”
I walked to the back door and swung it open, pushing it with my hand for Trick to catch.
Gesturing toward my office, I pointed to the stairs. “I’m going to go find something…”
“You go in there and open everything up and get a pot of coffee going. I’ll go find some pants so you’re not getting my sweaty balls against furniture your clients have to sit on.”
I felt my lips tilt into a small smile.
Then I looked at the men that were watching him go up the stairs with his ass hanging out.
“Come on,” I said, feeling slightly intimidated by the men that were now looking at me.
Five minutes later, I had quite a few men crowding into my office.
It’d never been this full before.
And I felt wholly underdressed.
“Looks like they give her a new phone every time a pickup is needed. I can see her coming out of this alley once every six to seven days with a new phone in her hand each time.”
“How do you know it’s a new phone?” I asked curiously.
Hunt didn’t think that was a stupid question, and obviously neither did the rest of them, even though they all turned to me with blank faces.
“Different sizes. Look.” He pulled up a still photo of Ignacia with a phone pressed to her ear. It was obviously an iPhone. The next one he pulled up was a much smaller phone based on her hand positioning.
He did this through seven or eight photos before he stopped. “And that one is a flip phone.”
I nodded in understanding.
“Why my alley?” I wondered.
“When did you move in?”
That question was Lynn, who breezed into my office like he owned the place.
As he moved, he unbuttoned his cuffs and started to roll up the dress shirt to his elbows.
I watched, fascinated, as he moved.
He had tattoos. On his forearms.
And a lot of them.
Holy shit.
“Babe.” Trick nudged me. “How long have you been here?”
I shook my head. “About four months or so. I moved here not too long ago at all.”
“Then maybe she was already using this alley for whatever these phones are used for,” Lynn suggested. “You just moved here, and that’s why she doesn’t like you. She’s had to alter how she gets her phones. Or at least come up with reasons that she has to be in your alley.”
Now that he said that…
“That first day I met her, she tossed my ‘moving in’ present in the dumpster. Right where the phone was pulled out,” I admitted. “After picking a fight with me.”
“And she cut Trick up for startling her not too long ago, too,” Sin pointed out.
“And Tater startled her,” Trick said. “The question is, the phone that she got today? Was it the same one from the one she was getting the other day when she cut me open with that beer bottle? Or is it a new one?”
“And does she place a call on the phone?” Hunt asked. “Or does she listen to something that’s already on there? Does anyone have this kind of charging cable? This phone’s dead and I can’t look into it.”
“What if it has a lock?” Lynn asked.
Hunt made a derisive sound. “You hired me for a reason. I can get into anything, and I do mean anything, that I want to.”
“Like the Department of Defense?” I teased.
Hunt’s eyes came to me where I was now digging through my desk drawers. I had a box full of random cords that I saved just for these occasions.
“The Department of Defense, the US Treasury. Homeland Security. You name it, I’ve been in it.” Hunt grinned as I handed him the shortest cable on earth.
