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“Sometimes,” he continued, “the people we work with have others who want to harm them or keep something hidden, even come to the office to threaten us to back off.”
“I imagine that doesn’t go over well.”
“Nah. Riley gives them heck.”
She laughed. “I can see that.” She speared a forkful of cinnamon roll. “She and Greyson are funny together.”
“Yeah.” He shook his head and smiled. “It’s like an older, refinedbrother and a wild, barrel-racing younger sister. Polar-opposite personalities. They’re usually the ones running the office, when she’s not skip tracing.”
“I wouldn’t have called Riley being a skip tracer.”
“Yeah,” he said, setting his coffee cup down. “It comes from us hiding as kids. She knows how those who are hiding think, and she’s super talented at tracking them down.”
“Sounds like it.”
“She also helps people get lost,” he added, pushing his empty plate to the side.
“Like WITSEC?”
“More like abused women, women escaping sex trafficking, that type of thing.”
“Wow. That’s so cool. You all are uniquely talented, but the one I’m curious about is Greyson. I just got this mysterious vibe from him at dinner last night.”
“Greyson is the most generous man I know, and he excels at everything he does. He took Deckard on when he was just starting out, gave him a job, taught him everything ... Well, probably not everything, knowing Greyson. Then he decided he wanted to slow things down, so he sold the firm to Deckard.”
“And stayed on in the support role.”
He nodded.
“Intriguing.”
“That’s a good word for him.” Christian chuckled.
“I best go get ready,” she said, hopping down and carrying her plate to the sink.
“I’ll take care of the dishes. You get ready, and I’ll run you through the rest of the interviews on our list for today.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
¦¦¦
Andi settled in the passenger seat, smiling at the quaint town of Jeopardy Falls as they drove through it.
“Sarah lives just a few minutes away,” Christian said, “but wouldyou like to grab some fuel for the day? Java Joe’s is right around the corner, and they have the best nitro brew.”
“Yum. Yes, please.”
His cell rang as he pulled up. “Deckard,” he said, glancing at the phone screen.
“Why don’t I run in and grab our drinks while you talk?” she offered.
“Great. I’ll take a nitro cold brew black. Thanks,” he said.
“You got it.”
Ten minutes later, she exited the shop, the burgeoning wind whipping the hair about her face.
Christian hopped out and opened the door for her. “Thanks.”
