I held out my arm, pressing it against his chest. He had the nerve to look at me with a grin on his face. He reminded me of Ace when he did that shit. They both thought shit was a game all the damn time.
“Don’t get too close.”
Sy blinked, trying to appear offended. He could can the innocent boy routine. I knew his ass had more bodies under his belt than I did, and that was saying something considering he was more than a decade younger than me.
“Don’t be that way, Boss. I just wanted to greet our newest client. Jodi, was it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not fucking around with you, Sy,” I warned. I could feel Jodi’s gaze on me, but I kept glaring at my youngest employee.
“Excuse my brother. He acts like a caveman sometimes,” Bass interrupted, ever playing the role of peacemaker. Especially when it came to his brother. “I’m Bass.”
“Bass?” Jodi leaned her head to the side. The move was so feminine that an actual ache in my chest formed.
Bass nodded. “Sebastian, but I only go by Bass,” he explained.
She nodded. “That makes sense. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Both of you,” she added, looking past Bass at Sy.
The cocky grin on his face grew, and his gaze moved to me. I found myself tightening my hold on Jodi’s hand.
“Anyway, these two are my tech guys. Among other things. Anything technical I need to be done in this office, one or both of them can get it done.” I turned to Jodi. “Thus, when it comes to things like medical records, and I don’t feel like waiting around for bullshit like a subpoena or a court order, I call them in.”
Sy folded his arms across his chest, lifting his chin as if feeling proud. Bass raised an eyebrow in my direction. He was the more observant one out of the two of them. The look he gave me revealed his surprise that I’d tell anyone so much about how we operated.
“You were the ones who were able to get my grandfather’s medical records?”
“The Tom Walker case,” I elaborated.
Sy nodded. “That was all me. I slaved away to get that information since Bass was otherwise occupied with another case, and the boss was out of town chasing down a con artist.”
“Two con artists,” I corrected.
“Those couldn’t have been easy to get without a subpoena, right? Is that even legal?”
“Legal, schmegal, we don’t—”
“We do what’s necessary,” I stated, interrupting Sy. “We get the information we need to investigate a case completely. In this instance, a subpoena would’ve taken a long time. Using our means, we quickly uncovered what your grandfather was being treated for.”
Jodi shook her head. “Cancer,” she whispered. “He never filled the prescription, though,” she stated, turning to me. “The prescription was sitting in his medicine closet when I found it. Do you think that means he really did kill himself?”
I tossed Sy and Bass a nod of my head and turned to exit the office, leading Jodi out into the hallway.
“Are you asking if I think that means he had no intention of taking it?”
She nodded and pulled her hand from mine, placing her hands on her hips. She stared at the wall behind me over my shoulder.
“Maybe this is all for nothing. Do you think I’m irrational because I don’t want to believe he killed himself? If he had stage four cancer, maybe he did think that it was time for him to give it all up. The lawyer said—”
“What lawyer?”
“His estate attorney. I went to see him the other day.”
“Come with me.” I retook her hand and strolled back to my office, closing the door behind the two of us, leaving Hound out in the hallway. I ignored his whimpering.
Damn dog.
“When did you go visit the estate attorney?”
