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Nobody added finesse to the list of requirements.
Just that I find Brinley and get her to where we can talk to her.
I did my part.
“I don’t see the problem. You wanted to talk to Brinley. And I brought her here.”
Tanner’s face turns a concerning shade of red. “By force! What the hell is wrong with you? This is not the way we do things!”
Crossing one ankle over the other, I settle more in my chair, still not bothered or flustered by his bullshit.
“My job was to obtain Brinley.” I tilt my head toward the stairs. “And she’s obtained. You all can now speak to her and gather whatever information you want.”
All four of them stare at me.
Tanner takes a step in my direction but stops. He pulls his sleeve cuffs into place, slowly, one by one, then looks back at me.
I can’t say I like the expression on his face, but I still won’t let it bother me.
It’s when he grins that I cock a brow in question.
“Your job was to corner Brinley and get that information yourself. And I’m not sure if you remember, but we have preferred methods of doing that, which don’t involve throwing women around.”
That’s the biggest bunch of crap I’ve ever heard.
Pulling one hand from behind my head, I point at him.
“Youhave methods of doing things. Those areyourrules.”
I point at myself.
“I have no rules. And I have different methods. It’s not my fault you don’t approve of how I handle things.”
Another smile from Tanner, the look more a warning than friendly. Behind him, Gabe raises his eyebrows and fights a grin. Instead of engaging in this debate, he turns to walk over to the bar.
Voice careful, Tanner explains, “I think you may have missed something.”
“I’ve missed nothing. You assigned me a task, and I completed it. As far as I’m concerned, I’m finished and get to go back to doing what I want to do.”
“Except that’s where you’re wrong.”
Tanner tucks his hands in his pockets and plasters on the attorney demeanor he uses in every courtroom while examining a witness.
Without looking at me, he paces back and forth as if in thought. And when he stops in place, turns to me, and meets my eyes, I finally understand what that witness feels like to be questioned by him.
“What was your job, Shane?”
I sigh. “To capture Brinley.”
He nods once, pulls one hand free from his pocket and taps his fingers against the side of his leg.
“Wrong. You were to corner Brinley. Maybe do her a favor. Request a price in return.”
Again, their rules.
Not mine.
“I tried that. It didn’t work. So I came up with a new plan.”
