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Lancelot sank into the large armchair beside the bookcase. He wasn’t expecting it to rock back and nearly cursed into the phone.
“Your investigation is going well…” Eric cursed. “Don’t lie to me.”
“We’ve just started,” Lancelot said. “We are, even now, in Alicia’s house, searching it.”
“And what have you found?”
“There’s evidence that she purposefully stripped the house of any identifying—”
“So nothing. You haven’t found any-fucking-thing.”
Lancelot thumped his fist against his forehead. “No, Fleet Admiral.”
“You know, I’m really starting to hate this bitch,” Eric said.
Lancelot blinked. “You’re only now starting to hate her?”
Hugo grabbed the phone out of his hand and put it on speaker. Lancelot yanked the phone back, holding it flat on his palm. Hugo sat on the arm of the chair, his knee touching Lancelot’s side.
Lancelot resisted the urge to put his arm around Hugo’s waist to hold him steady. He wasn’t an idiot. He could tell the other man was attracted to him. To make matters worse, he was attracted to Hugo as well, though he didn’t know what the hell to do with that feeling.
“Yeah, before it was more of a business I’m-going-to-kill-her. Now it’s starting to get personal.”
The fleet admiral was a strange, and terrifying, man.
“Fleet Admiral, this is Hugo.”
“Why aren’t you talking to the Exeter student, Sylvia Hayden?”
Lancelot shot Hugo a confused look. “Who?” he mouthed.
“Fleet Admiral,” Hugo said. “We had to promise the Grand Master that we wouldn’t come near the Trinity Masters’ headquarters or any of the members. It’s one of the conditions to us being here.”
“Well then don’t tell her. Lie, you dumbasses.”
“Our next step was to investigate the school where she taught,” Lancelot said, feeling his way around this conversation, wondering who Sylvia Hayden was. Hugo had been holding out on him. So had the fleet admiral, but that was to be expected. “We were going to break in.”
“No minors,” Eric barked. “We don’t question kids.”
“Of course not.” Lancelot might be a security officer, but even he would never do anything so heinous, though he was struggling to follow this conversation. Eric had just told them to question this kid.
“Because kids are unreliable witnesses,” Eric said.
“And because it’s wrong?” Hugo asked. Then he looked at Lancelot. “Pardon, did you say we were going to break in?”
Lancelot merely stared at the other man, making sure Hugo could see how pissed he was that the Frenchman had been keeping valuable information to himself. He’d punch Hugo’s fucking lights out once they were off the phone.
“Wrong,” Eric said slowly. “Yeah, sure, let’s go with that. But you don’t need to worry about that, do you? After all, Sylvia is a former student. She’s twenty-four now.”
“Former or not…you are certain she’s a potential member of the Trinity Masters, oui?” Hugo asked.
Lancelot winced, fairly sure Hugo was about to get told off for questioning the fleet admiral, but Eric merely grunted before saying, “You want to know how we got the information, don’t you?”
“I think he just wants to know if it’s reliable,” Lancelot said, despite his anger, metaphorically stepping in front of Hugo to protect the other man. “Is it possible that the information about this Sylvia woman came from the Trinity Masters themselves? A trap, to get us to break their rules?”
Hugo looked at him, the shock on his face making it clear he hadn’t thought of that.
