I snorted out a laugh. Yeah, he was right. From what I knew, Madden and Slater had been hate fucking before they even thought about a relationship. “Why are you so interested in their sex life? You’re divorced now. You’re not a terrible looking bloke. Go get laid.”
Conrad shrugged and ran a hand through his wavy dark hair. “Don’t have time. I work here five days a week, and the days I don’t work, I got the kids. At least Lisa’s letting me see them on my days off. She could have been a bitch about it.”
I nodded. I’d never met Conrad’s ex-wife, but he talked a lot about her. They were friends, even though they were in the process of divorce, and I liked that. Growing up in a family with divorced parents who hated each other had never been easy for me and Hayden.
The thought of my brother made me sigh. I still had no fucking idea what I was going to do about that problem. Sometimes I stopped outside the junkyard to watch the comings and goings of the bikers, but I’d never had the balls to go in. One guy came out to see what I was doing once, but I’d told him the same thing I had River when he saw me outside one night: I was checking the opening hours.
The door to the meeting room flung open and Slater walked in, grumbling like he always did in the mornings. He really wasn’t a morning person, either. That’s why we got along so well.
“Let’s talk the sex trafficking case. We got any updates?” he snapped, stumbling toward the back counter to grab himself a cup of coffee.
Bodhi skipped in after him, all black curls and a puckish grin. The kid was too happy, all the time. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him down. No, that was a lie, the only time he didn’t smile was when he was sucking on a lollipop and giving Conrad lustful stares that Conrad either chose to ignore or didn’t see. It was the same stare he was giving Conrad right now, eyes hooded, and pink lips twisted into a seductive curl. Those lips were enough to make a saint stare a second or two.
Conrad had his head down, flipping intently through the folder in his hands.
I sighed. “I got nothing, boss.”
“Nothing?” Slater turned to me, slurping at his coffee from Bodhi’s white mug. I didn’t think Slater realized what mug he had because even though it was white, it had black lettering that saidGood morning, fuckers!on it. It suited Slater. At least he hadn’t gotten the one that saidOral makes my day, Anal makes my hole weak. “What happened to you and River going to that club last night? Madden went crazy when River texted him after he got home.”
“What did River say?” I asked, my stomach growing warm at the thought of what we’d done last night.
“I don’t know.” Slater frowned at me and then shifted his confused stare to Conrad. “I don’t ask Madden that shit.”
“Why not?” Conrad asked without looking up from his folder. “Don’t you know how relationships work, Slater? You ask questions.”
Slater, the poor dear, looked even more confused. “You do?”
I laughed and shook my head. Fucking naïve imbeciles, the both of them. I’d swear I was the only one who was aware of everything happening around me.
Slater shook his head. “Whatever. What did you learn at the club?”
“Nothing.” I stretched my back and cringed when it cracked. Fuck, I was getting old. “Talked to the bartender, but he had nothing to say. They have a strict no-talk code there.”
“Isn’t that why you went undercover as lovers?” Slater plopped into the chair next to me, while Bodhi took the one on the other side of Conrad, rolling his chair a lot closer than normal to the other man.
“Still nothing. Members’ privacy is respected, even from other members.” I wasn’t going to even broach the subject of me and River going to the back rooms. That was none of their bloody business. “But we did talk to the manager. He goes by Vic.”
Slater snorted. “Yeah, I know him. Zack Vicar.”
“Oh, him.” Conrad leaned his elbows on the table, finally raising his gaze to look at us. “We tried to bust up his club a few times.”
“Never worked,” Slater continued. “The guy’s smart.”
“Yeah, well, River asked for his help, told him the truth of what was going on. He didn’t give us any answers, but he said he’d call River in a few days. River doesn’t think he’ll call, but you know how it is.” I shrugged.
“How is it?” Bodhi asked, and it took me a few seconds to remember he hadn’t been trained as a cop like we were.
“Sometimes people who’ll talk need a few days to think about it,” Conrad said, finally looking at Bodhi.
And Bodhi, bless him, fluttered his eyelashes at Conrad in the flirtiest way, and Conrad just stared blankly back at him. I was putting my bets on Conrad really being that oblivious to the looks he was getting.
“And they talk then?”
Conrad nodded. “They decide what they want to say and what they don’t. We figure out what they’re not saying. The gaps in info are usually obvious.”
“Oh, you are so smart.” Bodhi slid his hand to Conrad’s arm and squeezed it.
Conrad grinned proudly and glanced at me. I shook my head at him.
