I was pretty sure they could do that anyway, but I wasn't going to point that out.
"You need to get dressed, Lancaster. Knox is holding them off, but he can only do that for so long. They do have a warrant."
Clothes, right.
Unless I went down to my apartment to get clean clothes, I'd have to put my tux on, and that just seemed wrong, especially if I was going to be meeting with the police.
"I only have my tux. Does Knox have a shirt I can borrow?"
Newt nodded. "I'll go grab you something."
I grabbed my slacks off the floor and pulled them up my legs. I waited until Newt walked out the door before standing and pulling them up the rest of the way. I buttoned them and then pulled my socks and shoes on. By the time I was done, Newt was back with a white polo shirt. Knox was a little bigger than me, but not so much that anyone would notice.
Dalton walked out of the bathroom just as I finished dressing. "You ready for this?"
Dalton snorted. "Hell no."
"Yeah, me either, but at least we got the hard part out of the way."
"The hard part?" Dalton asked.
"Morning breath."
Dalton laughed, and some of the tension faded from his shoulders, which was kind of what I wanted. He was wound very tight right now. We both were. If Brasov had gotten the police involved, this could get messy, especially since we didn't know if these were just cops or the ones he had in his pocket.
Either way, it wasn't good.
"Quick twenty questions. Where are you from?"
"Indiana," Dalton replied. "I've been in New York for about seven years. I'm an only child, and I don't talk with my family. I haven't since the day I walked out when I was sixteen years old."
I'd delve into that later.
"I was born in Massachusetts, where my family still lives. I don't see them as often as I would like because of work, but I still talk to my mother at least once a week. I am also an only child, and I left home when I went to Harvard."
"What's your favorite color?" Dalton asked. "Mine's yellow."
"Blue. Preferably dark blue."
"What's your favorite food?"
"Steak and lobster, but greasy cheeseburgers are a guilty pleasure. What about you?"
"Don't you two think you'd better start talking about how you met before you get into your favorite foods?" Newt asked.
"Dalton texted the wrong number." I glanced at Newt and smiled. "He thought I was a woman."
Newt's eyes rounded as he looked at Dalton. "Really?"
Dalton chuckled. "Really."
"Huh." Newt frowned. "You ever notice we all met in really weird ways?"
When I thought back how we had all met, I chuckled. "Yes, I guess we did."
Newt had been Knox's executive assistant. Burke had met Benji when he wanted to compliment the chef after eating a meal he'd cooked, Jefferson had been Burke's executive assistant when he met Crosby, and I'd met Dalton with a wrong number.
I turned when someone knocked on the door.
