A smile tugs her lips.“You’re becoming less assholish.”
“It’s you, you have this effect on me.”I rise to my feet and add, “I’m going to deal with this.You rest and let the doctor check your ankle.”
I get another nod and then I’m walking out of the room.
Closing the door behind me, I shoot a text to Tate, and the doctor, and tell Floris, “Stay here until Tate gets here to take over.The doctor will come by as well.”
“You got it, boss,” Floris tells me and I spin around to head for my office.
Once there, I glance through the messages.Two were already there and one is coming in now.It basically tells her to trust her roommate and go to her because her brother will help.
Help how?Now that right there is the question and an actual piece of the puzzle I need.Quinn is right, the messages do seem to come from her brother.Not possible because I’ve put him in the basement myself, making sure he didn’t have anything on him.
Unless he had a phone shoved up his ass.Fuck.I might need to check.Shoving the phone into my pocket, I jog in the direction of the basement.Micah is tied to the chair, exactly the way I left him, bleeding from a cut in his eyebrow, a broken nose, and a split lip.
The asshole should be glad I only got three punches in before I had to check on Quinn.One look at the man shows me he isn’t the one texting due to his hands being taped to the armrests of the chair.
Holding up the phone I snap, “Quinn told you she’s married and carrying my baby.So, mind telling me why you’re leading her into a trap by giving her this phone and having someone pretend to be you send her messages?”
His upper lip curls up in disgust, but the man doesn’t say a word.
The scar on his neck, along with the shit his father told me, make me ask, “Did you lose the ability to speak?”
Micah gives me a tight nod.
Interesting.I wonder if he will give me a straight answer about the piece of a puzzle that popped into my head due to the latest message.“Is Archibald Baylor working with Jovan Cillian?”
His gaze stays locked on me when he crosses his index finger over his middle finger.
“Working together,” I assume.
He gives me a tight nod and I slowly bounce my head.I should have seen this coming.Why didn’t I see this fucking coming?
I head for the door and stop before closing it to tell Micah, “Quinn hurt her ankle and is resting.I will bring her down to see you as soon as she feels better.”
Micah closes his eyes and gives me another nod.I lock the door and head back to my office.Time to get things in motion because knowing Quinn’s best friend’s brother is involved gives me the advantage I need to finally get the upper hand in this shit.
