I grinned and reached for it. “Thanks.”
I’d ordered a few more things for Calli’s birthday, but I’d had them delivered to the clubhouse to keep her from seeing them—or opening them before I could collect the package.
“What’s going on?” Apollo asked.
I jerked my chin up at the mess in front of us. “She wanted to see if anything was salvageable.”
“Is there?” he wondered.
“Not much,” I admitted. “A few cans from the kitchen. Some Stanley cups. The wrought iron bed frame from the guest room.”
He grunted. “Dru’s with some of the ladies from the club right now buying her clothes.”
I smiled. “She’s going to be all pissy. She doesn’t feel like y’all need to do anything more than you already have.”
“Well, tough shit.” Apollo glanced at me. “Talked to a few people this morning.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed. “We’ll start with the man who beat the shit out of Harlow.”
I gritted my teeth.
“He’s out on bail, but they already have another warrant out for his arrest. Apparently his daughter shared some more things that’d happened to her, and that gave them free rein to do a search on his place. They found a lot of things that’d been marked missing out of police evidence. He’s cooked.”
“Good,” I said.
I’d talked to Harlow this morning, and she’d had nothing but good things to say.
She was recovering well with her friends, and wasn’t too upset about the outcome of her and Cedrick’s relationship.
“The second thing,” Apollo continued. “I talked with Max. She gave me some information on the man pulling her strings. I did some digging, and I think I’ve pulled up enough shit on this man that he’ll burn in the next few weeks. Forwarded some shit to some old contacts with the Senate committee I was on, and I don’t think they’re going to take too kindly to his rogue agenda.”
“Good.”
“Max went back home,” he said. “Bernie is well, well away from Max. She’s holed up in a small town in Montana near Whitefish.”
“Good,” I said.
“And I got on that information with her truck. Called the manufacturer, and they’re very concerned about what happened. They’re already launching an investigation into everything on their end. Apparently, this isn’t an isolated issue, and the dealership knew about the possibility of the trucks catching on fire because of a fuel leak.”
“Good.”
“The house thing, though, I will leave up to you and her,” he said. “I just wanted to stop by and give you an update and drop the package off.”
“Thanks, man.” I held out my hand.
He took it and shook it hard before slapping me on the back. “I did one more thing.”
I looked over at him.
“I hacked into a couple CEOs’ office computers. I changed the bylaws and sent out a company-wide email that changed the distance from office. If you want to stay here, you can.”
I grinned at him this time. “Thanks, man. I’m glad you were able to do it this fast.”
I wanted Calli to have options. If she wanted to move, she could.
But if she wanted to stay closer to her sister, she could do that, too.
