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“I think I’m hilarious. Canaan agrees with me too. He’s standing there, nearly peeing himself with glee.”
Canaan flipped him off. “Am not.”
“If you two would stop acting like children for a moment, I have a job for you.”
Ryland sobered. “Oh. Right. What’s up?”
“A woman came into my office earlier today. I don’t usually let women come off the street and listen to their tales of being followed, but she’s a reporter. She’s doing a report on the Vases of Destiny.”
Ryland chuckled. “Why would she do that?”
Wilder’s sigh was so loud even Canaan heard it. “Because two people who owned Vases of Destiny have been murdered in the last six months. She is investigating the murders.”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
Ryland didn’t need to remind Wilder that his job and position with the family’s protection company, Blood Moon Agency, was that of international crime.
A few murders in London were hardly his business.
“One of the owners was killed six months ago in Italy, and six weeks ago, the second was murdered in a locked room on the top floor of a hotel in the very same way.”
“And?” Ryland was losing patience. His docket was full of work, and he didn’t have time to go traipsing after some European killer.
“This murder took place in Paris,” Wilder replied. “Two murders, two different countries, and a reporter on the run. She’s a friend of a friend.”
“Ah,” Ryland said. “And you want me to dig into this and see what I can uncover?”
“Do you knowanythingabout the Vases of Destiny?” Wilder growled.
“Nope,” he said, laughing. “Should I?”
Wilder sighed again. “You really need to read more. The reporter is on her way to JFK on the company jet. You’re going to pick her up and protect her. She has some intel. Get it from her. As soon as you know everything she does, put her in a safe house until you’ve dealt with this.”
“A safe house?” Ryland chuckled. “What the hell are these vases?”
“Do your homework,” Wilder said in a clipped tone. He ended the call before Ryland could say anything else.
“What was that all about?” Canaan asked.
“I’ve been given a job. A protection job. You’d think he’d give this to Axton.”
“Wilder doesn’t do anything without his reasons,” Canaan said, keeping his tone light. “If he wants you to look into this, there’s gotta be something bigger than a protection job.”
“There is. Apparently, it’s got to do with some murders and vases.”
Canaan chuckled. “Well, have fun with that. I prefer dealing with IT stuff.”
“And playing video games with your girl.”
His brother shrugged, smiling bright and wide. “Yeah. I do enjoy that quite a bit. Finding your mate isn’t abadthing, Ryland.”
“Says you.”
“What do you have against mates, anyway?”
“They complicate things,” he grumbled. “They make good men into idiots.”
Canaan sighed. “You calling me an idiot?”
