T settled in his seat, clasping his hands over his stomach. “Jonah know you’re asking?”
Shit!This was where it would get tricky.
“Not exactly, and,” she cleared her throat, “that’s where the complete confidence part comes in.”
“It’s not your place, Rox.”
Roxanne sighed. She assumed her brothers had heard from the women about her and Jonah.Apparently not.She wasn’t planning on having this particular conversation today, but if it got them to help, she’d share.
“It kind of is,” she paused. “Jonah and I are together.”
Bogs snorted. “Yeah, we know. You think that wasn’t the first thing outta Kenzie’s mouth when she got home from your girls’ night?”
She’d assumed it would be.
“Okay, so then you can see my point.”
“No,” T’s tone was stern. “This is Jonah’s business. If he isn’t asking, we ain’t looking into it.”
“What if his brother, Cord asked? Because he was the one who asked me to come to you guys. What does it hurt just to look into it? You guys have access to files and autopsy reports. Just look and see if you find something that might’ve been missed.”
“No.”
Why not?
“He’s your friend, T,” she pleaded.
“Yeah, and until he comes to me and asks for help in the situation, we’re not doing shit.”
Stone pushed off the wall and stepped toward the end of the desk, staring down at her. “How do you think Jonah would feel, you coming to us behind his back about something that’s none of your business?”
Oh, the fucking hypocrisy.
“I don’t know, Stone, why don’t you tell me?” She narrowed her gaze. “How did Sadie feel when she found out everything you kept from her? Or I can ask T.” She glanced over at him. “What were Cassie's thoughts on you keeping her in the dark while you were undercover, infiltrating her life?” She raised her brows, turning to Bogs. “And don’t even get me started with Kenzie and the shit you conveniently didn’t mention to her. None of them asked for your help. You all inserted yourselves into their lives. So how is this any different?”
“Jonah and the boys aren’t in danger. That’s the fucking difference,” T snapped.
“You don’t know that!” She scooted to the edge of her seat. “The fact that Reuben Pryor was never properly investigated puts them in danger. I can’t believe you don’t see the hypocrisy here, T.” She shifted in her seat, looking up at Stone. “Or you?”
Stone dragged his hand through his hair. “You’re asking us to dig into a twelve-year-old case, Rox.”
She lifted her brows. “And?”
Bogs stepped between her and Stone. “If it was a shady cover-up, then they’ll never cop to it, Rox. And this guy has been gone for years. We don’t even have a starting point as to where he might be.”
He was proving her point.
“Exactly, Bogs. Technology has come a long way in the last decade. So, why can’t you all just help Jonah and the boys?”
The silence in the room was deafening. The tension was thick. But maybe she’d finally gotten through to them. Where was the harm in looking into it? Her brothers were good at what they did. If anyone could find something, it’d be them.
She scanned their faces, but none made eye contact. She glanced at her brother behind his desk.
“T?”
He straightened in his chair, resting his arms on his desk. His expression was impossible to read. Even after knowing him for most of her life, he could easily mask his emotions.
“Like I said, Rox. No.”
