“Maybe I don’t want gentle.”
“Well, isn’t that open to interpretation?” Gunnar put the car in drive then pulled away.
“And if I want it to be?”
“Fine with me.”
Bryn’s dick twitched. A bedroom tussle with Gunnar might not solve all of his problems right now, but it sure would help.
Chapter Fourteen
Gunnar had an itch he couldn’t scratch. He had a bad feeling about the mysterious letter left for Bryn at the Wolf Run and he was impatient to find out the contents. Science took time, though, so after taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes, he decided to contact Agent Bell and check on progress on the Walmart killer case. There was a notable tension in the office. Emmett was busy at his computer and Bryn was on his beanbag, laptop balanced on his thighs.
“What are you guys up to?” Gunnar asked as he settled as his desk.
“I’m setting up an algorithm to interrogate data in…”
“That’s great, Emmett. You lost me at algorithm. What about you, Bryn?”
“Doing some research on ‘The Hammer’. Salvatore Russo. Know your enemies, right?”
“That trial is due to conclude later this week,” Emmett contributed. “Depending on how long the jury takes to reach a verdict.”
“I don’t rate the accountant’s chances if he ends up in the pen,” Gunnar said. “Russo won’t let him live. Too many secrets he could give up in there and it won’t be difficult for a guy like Russo to get to him, even in high security.”
“And the accountant will know that,” Bryn said. “Maybe he’ll try for a last-minute deal and witness protection.”
“We’ll know soon enough. I’ll call Bell. I’ll go sit in the kitchen.”
“Where you can make yourself a snack,” Bryn said, grinning at Emmett.
“Hey. I exerted a lot of energy on the Wolf Run, I need to top up the fuel reserves—especially as we missed lunch.”
“Oh, I ordered pizza,” Emmett said. “It should be here in half an hour.”
“If I haven’t told you how much I appreciate you recently, Emmett, I apologize,” Gunnar said. “A quick snack then pizza. Excellent.”
“I got two full-size meat feasts for you, ham and mushroom for me and Florentine for Bryn. Coleslaw on the side and some sodas.”
“How did you know our order?” Bryn asked.
“I get to see the company credit card statements. I called the pizza place and they knew your regular order.”
“You’d make a great detective,” Gunnar said.
“It’s just desk work,” Emmett said but he was blushing. He hid behind his monitor.
“I’ll fetch the food when it arrives,” Gunnar said as he wandered into the kitchen. He grabbed a bag of chips and an apple then called Agent Bell.
“Detective, I was expecting your call.”
“You were?”
“Youarecalling about Dr. Templeton?”
“Uh, no.” Gunnar’s hand hovered over the chips. “Why would I be?”
“Oh fuck. You don’t know. I guess the grapevine isn’t as quick as I thought, and we have been keeping this on the down-low.”
