“Dinner at Joel’s.”
I remembered that Joel was his father. “Just dinner?”
He nodded. “Joel knew your grandfather. They weren’t close, but they knew one another in passing. He might be able to answer some questions you have about him.”
I dipped my head, better understanding and reminding myself that Micah was indeed working the case of my grandfather’s death.
“That sounds like a plan then.” I nodded but noted there was an extra glint in those copper eyes of his. I didn’t stare too long, however, because Micah had the type of eyes that could hypnotize a woman. Even the kind of woman that was in no way looking for a relationship, or a man to have a little fun with.
“So, my grandfather’s case,” I stated, reminding myself, and Micah, that was the reason I was there.
Nodding, he stood, moving over to his desk. I watched as he picked up a manila folder, opening it. He peered up, looking at me.
“This case has two parts. On one side, there’s the death of your grandfather, finding out whether or not that was a suicide or something else. Then there’s the case of the missing girl. Since we can assume her ring was in your grandfather's possession, at some point before his death, their demise is likely intertwined somehow.”
I listened intently, trying to figure out where he was going with this summary, that I already knew.
He walked over to me with the folder still in his hand. “I don’t usually offer this information to my clients, but I had my team do some research into the prescription and the doctor from the picture you sent me.”
I squinted. “Were you able to find out anything? I knew I couldn’t go directly to the doctor because of doctor-patient privilege. He wouldn’t have told me. But I looked him up and saw that he’s an—”
“Oncology physician.”
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
Micah pressed his lips together and nodded, moving to sit next to me on the couch again. “Your grandfather had cancer.”
My heart dropped into my lap. It was a logical explanation. One I had been anticipating hearing, but it still hurt to hear him say it out loud.
“What kind?”
“Prostate. It looked like it was stage four. The prescription you found was for hormone treatment. The physician used hormone therapy to begin before starting him on radiation.”
Micah handed me the file, allowing me to look over the medical records. I read with my own two eyes everything he’d summarized, but I stopped short when a question popped into my mind.
“Wait, how did you even get these?” I’d sent him the prescription I found less than a week ago. “There’s no way you walked into that doctor’s office, asked for these records, and he gave them to you.”
Micah stared at me for a few heartbeats before standing. Without a word, he extended his hand. “Let’s go meet the rest of my team.”
She laid her hand into mine, and I curled my fingers around hers. That urge to never let go returned.
“Is this going to answer my question about the medical records?”
I stared down at her while holding my office door open with my free hand. “It should.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed Hound following us as we walked down the hall to the opposite end. I stopped us at the first opened door on the right, unsurprised to find two people in this office instead of one.
I knocked even though the door was open.
“Hey, Boss.” Bass stood from his brother’s desk. His gaze quickly moved from me to the woman next to me, narrowing in on her hand, clasped in mine. He lifted his eyebrows in surprise.
I didn’t bother overthinking his reaction.
“Jodi, this is Sy and Bass.” I pointed to both of them. “This is Sy’s office, but you’ll rarely find one of them without the other,” I told her.
A smile touched her lips, and I bit back a groan.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Sy stated, moving past his twin brother a little too fucking eagerly, making his way over to Jodi.
