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"We should have brought backup," Giant mumbles, running a weary hand down his face.
"You are my backup."
"Your backup needs backup." He climbs off his bike, shaking his head like he just knows this is going to end badly. "I'm too goddamn old for you to be flipping the script on me now, Hacker. You're supposed to be the rational, levelheaded brother, not the kamikaze, balls-to-the-wall brother."
"He made her cry."
"Prick," Giant grunts, his eyes narrowing. "Well, let's go knock heads, shall we? If I'm going to jail today, I'd rather get it over with sooner rather than later."
We head inside. The hotel is a ghost town. The lavish fountain in the center of the lobby spilling water into the basin is the only sound. Aside from the young blonde behind the desk, there isn't another soul in sight.
"Welcome to the Silver Spoon Suites," she says, beaming at us. Her gaze climbs up Giant's body, her blue eyes widening in shock. Most people look at him the same way. He's a behemoth of a man. "Checking in?"
"Fuck no," Giant growls. "Your boss is a prick."
She rears back in shock. My brother does not mince words.
"We're looking for Silas Renton. He's in room 204."
"Oh! I can call up for you."
"No need. He knows we're coming," I lie. "Just point us to the elevators, please."
"Sure," she says, still staring at Giant with blatant interest in her eyes. I could tell her it's a lost cause but I don't. She isn't his type…whatever his type is. "Um, go around the fountain and take a left. You can't miss them."
"Thanks."
Giant's already stalking that way, his steps echoing across the tile floor.
"She likes you."
He grunts, making me chuckle.
"For someone so eager to marry, you don't waste any time shutting them down."
"They all look like her," he mutters, stabbing the button for the elevator. "Tiny, no bigger around than my arm. What the fuck am I supposed to do with a woman I'd break in half if I breathed wrong?" He looks at me in genuine bafflement and then mischief fires in his eyes. "Now your woman…."
"I can hide two bodies today, Cormac," I growl.
His unrepentant laugh leaves me shaking my head. The fucker.
"I hate elevators," he bitches, squeezing into the corner. He stands with his arms crossed, scowling at the chrome wall like he expects the thing to plummet into the bowels of hell with us inside. Shit. With the two of us inside, it might. We're as far apart as we can get, still standing shoulder to shoulder.
I chuckle when it lurches into motion and he startles, his scowl deepening. Before he has too long to think about the fact that we're suspended in a hollow tube by nothing but a series of wires and physics, the elevator grinds to a halt on the second floor.
He bumps my shoulder in his haste to escape.
I follow him out, following the signs to the right. Room 204 is the second door. Giant and I don't even have to discuss it. He stands to the right. I stand to the left so the fucker inside can't see either of us through the peephole.
"Management," I shout, pounding my fist against the blue wood.
"Be cool," Giant hisses at me.
I choose to ignore him. I'll be cool. As soon as Silas Renton gets the fuck out of Silver Spoon Falls and never returns. Whoever he is, he has no criminal history. Not much history at all that I could find. Everyone has skeletons. Everyone has a digital footprint. This man is a ghost. Aside from the fact that he exists, owns a car registered in Chicago, and has a bank account, I found nothing on him. I don't like it.
Shuffling on the other side of the door reaches my ears, and then it creeks open. Silas Renton peers out.
"Can I–?"
