Page 170 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“No.”

“Checking his apartment?”

“No.”

“Then why phrase it like that?”

“I don't fucking know, Ronan.”

The frustration sounded genuine. That should have helped. It didn't. Ronan held out his hand again. “Phone.” Elliot shook his head.

“I want to send myself the screenshot.”

“Why?”

“So it doesn't disappear.”

“I wasn't deleting it.”

“Good. Then there shouldn't be a problem.”

Elliot stared at him for several seconds before handing it over. Ronan sent the screenshot to himself. Then forwarded it to Gregory Bell. Elliot's eyes widened. “What the fuck?”

“Lawyer first.”

“You didn't ask me.”

“No.”

“Ronan.”

“Someone is photographing Dylan and sending the pictures to you. I'm past asking permission.”

Elliot snatched the phone back. “You don't get to make decisions for me.”

“Then start making better ones.”

Silence. Wrong. Again. Ronan closed his eyes.

“Fuck.”

Elliot laughed once. “There it is.”

“I didn't mean it like that.”

“You always mean it.”

“No, I don't.”

“You just regret saying it out loud.”

Ronan looked at him. That one landed because it was probably true. His phone rang. Gregory Bell. Fast. Ronan answered.

“Hey.”

“Where did this come from?”

Bell's voice had changed. No polished-lawyer calm. Sharp.