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“Your friend is going to have to wait here.” Vlado ticked his chin at Quinn.
Angel sidled next to Quinn and gripped his wrist.
“I understand your boss wants privacy,” Quinn said, “but you can’t expect us to just take your word for it that he’ll be safe.”
Picking my cell phone off the desk, I called Vlado.
“Yeah?”
“Let him watch the feed with no audio.”
“You got it.”
Vlado hung up. “Boss said you can watch the video feed in his office, but no audio.”
Angel and Quinn exchanged a look. Angel nodded, and Quinn spoke. “Deal.”
Vlado motioned to the desk near the door. “The monitor’s there.”
Quinn and Vlado strode toward it and Vlado turned it on, connected to the feed in my office, and locked it so Quinn wouldn’t be able to snoop around the system.
“Don’t push any buttons or the system will lock you out and you won’t be able to see anything.”
“And what if I see something concerning? Am I going to get shot if I bust in there?”
Vlado lifted the side of his dress shirt to show his gun holster. “I don’t use this unless I have to. No one is getting shot as long as you don’t try something stupid.”
“Good to know.” Quinn waved to Angel, who scurried over to him. “You still okay to do this? We can turn around and leave right now.”
“I’m fine.” Angel looked between Vlado and the door to the office. “I’m not about to die, am I?”
“No.” Vlado’s voice was soft, his demeanor relaxed. “All the security is for him, not because of you. I promise I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially not you or your friend.”
I held my breath for a beat. Would Angel correct him and say Quinn was his boyfriend?
“Okay.” Angel nodded. “I don’t know why I believe you, but I do. Don’t make me regret this.” He stood akimbo again and glared at Vlado. “I swear I’ll come back as a ghost and haunt your ass until the end of time if you kill me. I’ll make sure you never get laid again.”
Quinn chuckled as Vlado covered a laugh with a cough. “Noted.”
“Can I go in, or do I need to know a secret knock or something?” Angel asked.
“You can go in.”
I shut the audio down but kept the video feed of the waiting room on my screen.
A moment later, Angel pushed the door open and entered.
“Holy shitballs.” He slapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide. “I mean, hello. How are you?”
I stood from my chair and welcomed him in. “I’m well, thank you. How are you?”
“Currently impersonating a duck.” He crept toward the desk.
“A duck?”
“You know, all calm and chill over the water but their feet are going like crazy underneath. That’s me. Only the feet are my brain.
“That’s an interesting analogy.”
