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She nods, then jerks her head to my laptop.
“Any chance I can use that to get some work done? I can do a lot on the phone, but some things require a computer.”
I pull out my phone again, and this time I dial Owen.
“You’re up too early, mate.”
“Good morning to you, too. Can you send someone to the penthouse with a laptop for Zara?”
“You better be planning to marry this girl for everything I’m doing for her.”
I frown. Marriage is not something I’m looking for anytime soon.
But Owen has already hung up. Apparently, it’s just that kind of day.
“Someone will bring you one today.”
I may think with my dick when it comes to her, but I’m not a complete moron. I can’t let her have my laptop. It’s filled with sensitive information.
But she seems fine with getting a new machine of her own.
With that settled, I kiss her cheek and head for the lobby to collect my car. On my way out to my house, I dial the number for one of our many attorneys.
“I’m already on it, Luke.”
“Does nobody know how to say hello anymore?”
“My apologies. I just assumed getting to the point was more important, but if you want to chat about what you had for breakfast and ask me how I slept, I suppose we can do that.”
“You’re lucky you’re good at your job, Isaiah.”
“I’m the best. And I’m on it. I’ll be at your place in five minutes. The FBI is seven minutes out according to my sources.”
I glance at the clock on the dash. Even if I floor it and risk a speeding ticket, it will take me at least twelve to get there. Better to stick to the speed limits.
“I’m not worried about them finding anything, so just cooperate with them. If they tear up the carpet, it’s fine. I’ve been meaning to rip it all up and replace it with hardwood anyway.”
“How very Zen of you.”
“Make sure they know how much the cars are worth, though. If they damage them, they’ll be costing the government a pretty penny because I’m not going to be charged with anything, and I will fucking sue.”
“That’s the Luke I know and love,” Isaiah jokes before hanging up.
When I pull onto my street fifteen minutes later, my driveway is full of black SUVs and my attorney is parked on the street. I don’t want to appear stressed or like I’m trying to get here to hide something, so I look for a way to access my garage and park in there. If they fucking scratch any of my vehicles, I’ll be pissed. I care more about them than I do anything in the house. I had it built when my business had its first eight figure year, but I mostly built it for the garage to house my custom car collection. Before that, I was living in a condo and was perfectly happy with that arrangement.
“Mr. Bowden,” an agent greets me when I step out of the car.
I nod at him and pocket my keys. “Carry on. You have a job to do, and I don’t want you here any longer than you have to be. I’m sure you’ve already provided my attorney with a copy of the search warrant?”
He nods and I take my time leaving the garage to find Isaiah.
He’s standing in my home office in front of my safe, trying to keep someone from breaking it open.
“Gentlemen. I’m right here and I’ll happily open the safe.”
I move around them and press my thumb to the biometric scanner.
It clicks open and I step back so the FBI agent can rifle through the contents.
