“Oh yes you did, Tiger mate,” Alex said. Then, turning to Sawyer, he asked, “Didn’t he, Nighteye?”
After the look Glenn gave Sawyer, Dylon was surprised the man was still sitting there instead of hightailing it out of the room. But Sawyer ignored his mate and confirmed Alex’s claim. Trying once again to get the discussion back on track, Dylon said, “So far, Zane hasn’t found out…”
“I bet Ghost knows,” Alex said.
“What does he know?” asked Smokey speaking for the first time.
“Who’s after me!” Alex said. Then, looking at Dylon, he continued, “You should see the spy room he has in his house…all hush-hush, but he didn’t care if I knew. It has a secret door, tons and tons of computers doing all kinds of stuff, and another secret room filled with all kinds of weapons, and…”
Staring at Alex, Glenn asked, “How do you know about the weapons room?”
“Duh…I was there, remember?”
Trying to get back on track, Dylon said, “Uh…that’s good to know, Alex, but as I was saying…”
“I don’t recall you saying anything,” Sawyer drawled, smirking.
Quickly looking at Sawyer, Alex said, “You haven’t been listening…Dylon wants us to kick the butts of the people who are after me.”
“I didn’t say that,” Dylon protested weakly.
“Yes you did,” Alex confirmed. “Otherwise why are we here?” Narrowing his eyes, he thought for a moment, then suddenly said, “Oh…I get it…you’re talking in code.” Looking around, Alex suddenly jumped up and headed to the door. Running his fingers along the molding, he mumbled to himself before moving on to the credenza where he repeated his actions.
Frowning, Dylon looked at Glenn. “What the fuck is he doing?”
“You can’t swear,” Smokey said, trying to keep from laughing.
“Why not?” Dylon asked, confused. “None of the little ones are here.”
“Alex doesn’t want our cub hearing it,” Sawyer explained.
Dylon was sure he’d rolled his eyes more in the last fifteen minutes than he had in his entire life. “Right…does anyone know what Alex is doing?”
“I’m looking for bugs,” Alex replied, continuing his journey around Dylon’s office.
“Bugs? You mean listening devices?” Dylon asked. “Do any of you know what he’s talking about?”
“He thinks the reason you’re talking in code is that you’re worried someone is listening,” Sawyer explained.
“How do you know that?” growled Glenn.
“Holy blanking-blank!” Sawyer exclaimed. “Don’t you ever ask your blanking tiger a blanking thing?”
“What’s with the blanky-blanky stuff?” asked Dylon.
“He’s using it instead of swear words,” Smokey replied, finally bursting into laughter.
“I’m not using code,” Dylon muttered, dropping his head down on his desktop with a thunk. Somehow, the meeting had turned into a circus and he laid the blame squarely on Glenn. He didn’t know how it had happened, but he’d swear it was about a promise Alex believed his mate had made to him.
Taking pity on Dylon, Smokey said, “Delicious Surprise, there aren’t any bugs, so come sit down.”
“Are you sure?” Alex asked.
“Positive. There’s no way anyone could get in here undetected and plant them.”
“Then why is he using code?” Alex asked, sitting back down. “By the way, I didn’t find any bugs but a secret agent can never be too careful. One time, in this movie, I saw a person posing as a cleaning lady planting bugs and no one suspected her. Luckily, she didn’t do a very good job because one fell and landed in a glass of water. That’s how it was discovered. Can you imagine what could have happened to the good guys if they hadn’t found out?”
“He does have a point,” Smokey said. “We still haven’t found out who put the tracker on Alex’s car.”
