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Seven sagged against him. “So, we just wait for the twins to solve this mystery for us?”

“Of course not. We’re going to follow up on your lead and look into anyone who had a grudge against your mom. We’ll have a better idea of who may have set her up once I interview her.”

Seven gave him one last anxious look before he returned to tracking down his mother’s possibly vengeful ex-employee. Once his attention was back on the monitor, Enzo texted Ansel and Elios, letting them know he had evidence incoming. They responded with a thumbs up.

Enzo took one last peek at Seven to make sure he wasn’t paying attention before he shot the next text.

Enzo

I need a big favor.

Ansel

Bigger than us handling stolen evidence?

Enzo

I need you to go shopping for me.

Elios

What do we look like, your personal stylists? No.

Enzo

Not clothes. Electronics. I’ll give you the black card and let you buy whatever you want as long as you get me what I need. It’s nerd stuff. You’ll love it.

Ansel

Anything we want?

Enzo

As long as you get me what I ask for, yeah. But it has to be today and it has to be set up before I get home from work.

Elios

Anything else, your majesty?

Enzo

Yeah, say nothing to nobody. This is top secret.

Ansel

For access to your black card? Our lips are

Enzo locked his phone and set it face down, once more draping himself around Seven, peeking over his shoulder.

Seven gave him a curious look. “All good?”

Enzo kissed just behind his ear. “Yeah, baby. All good.”

“Get your game face on,” Enzo instructed, taking a deep breath and letting it out.

They were standing in the empty hallway outside the smaller conference room. Seven was glad they weren’t using the larger one today. He had a visceral reaction to it. That was where he and Enzo first met. Where Enzo had leaned into his space and called him a brat. Or maybe that part was all in his head? He’d jerked off so many times remembering that scenario in a dozen different ways that he could no longer discern fact from fiction.

Seven snorted. “We’re interviewing our moms, not going up against a cartel.”