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I shake my head.
She eyes me suspiciously. “You like her.”
“Violet’s nice, yeah, but she’s also a job,” I lie.
“No, Grim, she’s not. You made the decision to bring her to the clubhouse without a club vote. She may havebecomea job, but she wasn’t to begin with.” She smiles sadly. “She’s not your mother, ya know?”
“I know.”
“Do you? Because from where I’m standing, it doesn’t seem like you do.”
I’m beginning to regret working with Jez those years Soul and Malice were gone. She sees too much, knows too much.
Rather than argue with her, I decide on a different tactic.
“What have you learned about Violet so far?”
Jez shoves a hand through her hair. “Not much more than what any Joe Shmo can learn by watching her family on TV. She’s an only child, in college, engaged to Brad Coventry. No reports of domestic violence, and all the videos I can find where they’re together, things appear to be good.”
“Any shady fucks in her life? Maybe another student or member of the church?”
“Well, we both know the church members are all probably a tinge unhinged, but nothing and no one stands out.”
“What can you tell me about Brad Coventry?”
“Not much. Soul didn’t ask me to dig into him.”
I arch a brow. “Since when do you follow your brother’s instructions to the letter?”
“Touché.” Jez moves toward the hall but turns to face me so I can see her hands. “Let me change, and then we’ll go into my dungeon.”
Her dungeon is her basement, her safe haven. It’s full of all things tech, and it’s where she does her best hacking work… among other things.
“No,” I blurt, no doubt sounding hoarse and weird.
Jez’s brow rises in surprise. I don’t speak… ever.
“No?”
“I can’t stay. I need…” I rub the back of my neck under my long hair. “I’ve got shit to do.”
“In other words, you need to get back to Violet.”
I don’t confirm or deny her statement. She’s not stupid.
“Fine. I’ll break out the big guns and really dig, not that I expect to find anything.”
“Just see what you can do. I have a bad feeling about all of this.”
“Okay.”
“Thanks, Jez.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” she counters. “You know as well as I do that what I find could open up a can of worms that you’re not prepared to deal with.”
“Since when am I ever not prepared?”
Jez throws her head back, and I know by her grin that she’s laughing. When she sobers, she shakes her head.
