Lock stepped inside.
Antwan rose from a seat. “You got here fast.”
“Where is she?”
“Eastern still has her in a room in the back.”
His hands fisted and he took a step forward, but Antwan gripped his shoulder. “Hey. I don’t think your brother thinks she did anything wrong. I’m sure he just wants to know about their interactions.”
“He should have called me.”
“I’m sure he had his reasons not to.”
The click of a door opening sounded down the hall. He looked up to see Callie step out of a room, closely followed by Eastern and a deputy.
He met her halfway and cupped her cheeks. “Hey. Are you okay?”
She nodded, but her complexion was pale.
Shit, he was even angrier now. He turned to his brother. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“Come into my office, Lock.”
He didn’t want to go into a damn office, he wanted to kick his brother’s ass.
Eastern held open the door of his office, and Lock placed a hand on Callie’s back and led her inside.
“I’ll wait out here,” Antwan said before lowering back to his seat.
“I didn’t tell you,” Eastern began, once the door was closed and he was behind his desk, “because I needed to talk to Callie alone and I knew you’d fight me on it.”
“Damn straight I’d fight you on it. I should have been with her.”
Callie touched his arm. “Lock. It’s not your brother’s fault. He’s just doing his job.”
Eastern lowered to his seat. “I don’t think she had anything to do with the murder, of course.” He waved a hand at the two seats opposite his desk.
Lock helped Callie into a seat, then sat beside her. “How was he killed?”
Killed…fuck. Someone had actuallykilledthe guy. Yeah, Lucian was an asshole, but he shouldn’t have died.
“Looks like someone entered his house through an unlocked back door and struck him in the back of the head. They then kicked him until he wasn’t breathing any longer.”
Jesus Christ. “They were angry.”
“My thoughts exactly. He was killed in a rage.”
Lock reached over and wrapped his fingers around Callie’s thigh, suddenly feeling like she was too far even though she was right next to him. “Any idea who did it?”
“They didn’t leave any evidence. No prints or witnesses. His brother got home this morning after being out all night and found his body.”
“Brother?” Callie asked.
“Oscar Tate, the guy who’s always with him.”
She frowned. “I didn’t know they were brothers.”
Eastern nodded. “They are, and they live together.”
