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“By the way, I gave Calli a job, too,” I added while he was still thumbing through the folder.
He paused, his eyebrows raised as he glanced up at me. “Doing fucking what?”
“Staying at my place with Kadey on the couple nights a week when Missy has to work closing,” I explained, though I was yet to talk that situation through with Missy.
Bishop snorted, closing up the folder finally and picking up his beer. “I’ll let her know to go to you when she wants to be paid for that shit, then.”
“Hawk, I got that name and address for you,” Match announced, holding his phone in the air as he walked over to where we were sitting. He placed the phone down, and Bishop and I leaned in, frowning at the map he had pulled up on the screen. Match was our resident MIT dropout, though you’d never know to look at him, given he looked like he was built for the WWE and had a fucking man bun.
If there was something or someone to find, though—he was the man to see.
“He’s got an office downtown,” I noted after studying the map for a moment.
I turned to Bishop, who didn’t even need to hear the words. “Go have a chat with him. See if he can be persuaded to help us out.”
Getting to my feet, I smirked, raising my brow at Match. “You wanna come for a ride?”
He grabbed his phone off the table and shoved it into his pocket. “Thought you’d never fucking ask.”
I could always trust my brothers to ride out with me when I needed them. And this ride, in particular, was damn important to me.
Which meant it was important to them. I patted him on the back. “Thanks, brother. I’ll grab Blue and Chase and meet you outside.”
***
“You can’t go in there, sir,” the receptionist called from behind her desk, her hand flailing in the air and her glasses falling to the end of her nose.
“Chase, keep the old woman from calling the cops.”
The kid grinned, walking over to her desk as she pressed the phone receiver to her ear. Her finger hovered over the base, about to dial. “Sorry,” Chase said simply, grabbing the entire phone and yanking hard, ripping the cord from the wall and the receiver from her hand. He tossed it back over his shoulder into the small waiting area. “We cannot take your call right now.”
I walked over to the office door, trying the handle first like a fucking civilized member of society, only to find it locked.
I guess uncivilized it is.
Drawing my foot back, I drove the heel of my shitkicker into the door. The frosted glass window cracked audibly as it swung back and slammed against the wall. Blue and Match fell in step behind me as we walked inside, finding an older man at a desk, his eyes wide and mouth open.
“Mister Upton?”
He nodded slowly, his lips moving as he struggled to get the words he needed out past his tongue. “I… Why… Can I help you?”
I grinned, making my way across the room and taking a seat across the desk from him. “Actually, you can.” I leaned forward, resting my arms on his desk. “Would you happen to be handling the real estate matters for a little place called The Valley?”
I could see the entire whites of his eyes as they grew wider than before. “I don—”
“Now, Mister Upton,” I warned, my brothers moving in closer, closing around the sides of his desk, so he knew there was no getting out of this. I was getting what I fucking needed today. “I don’t ask questions that I don’t already know the answer to, so it’s best you just say yes, so we can move on to the real matter at hand.”
He swallowed hard.
Maybe I should have felt bad about putting this much pressure on this poor old bastard, who Match had noted didn’t seem to have any actual ties to The Valley other than writing up and reading over their property contracts.
But I didn’t.
I knew how good The Valley were at hiding people.
Finding Grace would be almost impossible without help, and I wasn’t about to leave her out there somewhere to rot. So no, I didn’t feel bad.
Not even a little fucking bit.
