Tobias looked distinctly unhappy, but I could see that if Tobias made a play for me, all our plans would disintegrate. I leveled my gaze at the reprobates. “If we have an agreement, Attorney Marshall has papers for you to sign.”
“What papers,” said Rory narrowing his eyes.
“Bail-bond papers.”
“Wait?” said Jersey. “You got us bonded out before all this nonsense?”
“It’s a misdemeanor, boys. Attorney Marshall worked his magic. But we won’t get you out until you sign the papers. And if you don’t co-operate, Tobias might lose them.”
“Sneaky,” said Cole.
“Manipulative,” said Jersey.
“Fucking brilliant,” said Rory.
“I like sneaky in a woman,” said Cole. “It keeps me on my toes.”
“Enough,” I said with exasperation. “There are also contracts for the concert, with provisions that should any of you violate the terms of your release or the provisions in the contract, you’ll, a.) forfeit your share of the profits, and b.) hold Alexander and Wells harmless from any action arising from your behavior. Is that clear?”
“Damn,” said Cole. “Do you have any whips, or do I need to buy some for you?”
“Shut-up!” said Jersey and Rory in chorus.
“Do I have your agreement, gentlemen? All of you?” I glanced pointedly at Tobias, whose jaw set but he nodded.
“Yes,” said Jersey. “We agree.”
“Good,” I said. “See you all later.”
“Wait?” said Cole. “Where are you going?”
“To visit my father in the hospital.” I waved my hand and in sheer meanness wiggled my ass. Every one of them deserved it.
