“Freaking elevator,” she muttered.It didn’t take that long, but both of them were bouncing on their feet by the time the doors opened.
Both teams were in the lobby of Black Fox.Grant’s head came up when the elevator doors opened, his eyes alight with the alertness that came with action.
Lincoln was sitting in one of the chairs next to Drew, who had Darcie beside him, helping him press what looked like an ice pack against the back of his head.She was helping him hold his locks out of the way.Harris was a little farther away, speaking with David.Jaxon was on a laptop, sitting in another chair, frowning as he looked at the screen.
“What happened?”Claudia demanded to know as soon as she got through the door Grant pushed open for them, Mason hot on her heels.
“We’re still figuring it out,” Lincoln replied, lifting his head to meet her gaze.His expression was stony.
He waspissed.
So was Mason.They’d been attacked on their home ground, and Drew was hurt.
“Drew was here working and headed to the break room when someone got the drop on him,” David said, ignoring Drew’s unhappy grunt at the description.“We’re still not sure what they were here for or if anything was taken.Or who it was.”
“Devlin.It has to be Devlin, right?”Darcie asked, frowning.“That’s the only thing that makes sense unless there’s something you haven’t been telling us.”She glanced between Lincoln and Harris, the owners, then David and Grant, the team leaders.Her gaze lingered on Grant, who frowned back at her and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You know what I know,” he told her.
Darcie sniffed, but she nodded before turning back to Drew and lifting the ice pack.She winced.Her focus on Drew was intent enough that she didn’t notice the way Grant was watching her.Those two really just needed to get a room and get it over with.Work out some of that tension.
It was working out well for him and Audrey.
“This is definitely going to be a lump.Please let me test you for a concussion.”The request was made with an air of exasperation that told Mason this wasn’t the first time she’d made it.
“I’m fine.”Drew was focused on a spot on the floor.Shit.Mason sighed inwardly.This was not going to help Drew’s feeling that he’d let the team down, even though he hadn’t.
“Let her check, Drew,” Lincoln ordered.
With orders from the boss, Drew grumbled under his breath but let Darcie run through the tests she wanted.Mason kept one eye on that while going over to see what Jaxon was looking at.
Sensing him, Jaxon glanced up and over his shoulder.
“The cameras were hacked and put on a loop,” he said.“I just found the place where the footage was spliced in.It happened right after Zeus left.”
“Zeus was here?”Mason asked.
“Yeah, and he left in a hurry.”Jaxon pulled up the footage.Now there was an entire crowd behind him.Drew and Darcie remained where they were, but everyone else gathered around, pressing together to all try to see the laptop screen at the same time.Mason didn’t bother trying to tell anyone to step back—they all wanted to know what was going on.
They watched the screen as Zeus was walking down the hallway when he got a phone call and answered it.He was talking low enough that the camera didn’t pick up what he was saying, and he turned away from it so they couldn’t see his face, either.A few minutes later, obviously agitated, he headed out of the office with long, determined strides, moving much faster than he normally did.
Then he was out the doors and in the hallway.He took the stairs instead of the elevator.
But what did it mean?
“He checked in, he’s on his way back,” Lincoln said.
“This doesn’t prove he had anything to do with anything,” Claudia pointed out.
“Oh, sure.”Drew cast her a dark look.“He leaves in a hurry, the cameras are hacked, and I’m attacked right after, but it has nothing to do with him.”
“It looks bad, but it’s not proof.”Lincoln shook his head.“I’m still not convinced someone isn’t setting him up.Did you see him return?”
Drew shook his head, then winced from the movement.
“No,” he admitted.
“You don’t have a concussion, but stop moving around,” Darcie scolded.
