“Coal’s office is the same way. Savior’s too.”
“Is anything missing?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t had a chance to look yet. Will you ask Coal and Savior to come up here? They’re both downstairs.”
“Sure, man. Be right back.”
While he was gone, I started reviewing the camera feed. It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for. About twenty minutes before I came upstairs, someone went into each of the offices, spending a few minutes in each one. I couldn’t tell if the person was male or female by the way they were dressed—sweatshirt, sweatpants, and a baseball hat.
When Coal and Savior arrived, I showed them the footage.
“Did they take anything?” Coal asked.
“Not from what I can tell,” I said.
“Why would someone rummage through our offices and not take anything?” Savior asked.
“I have no idea. What could they possibly have been looking for? We don’t keep anything worth stealing in the offices,” I said.
“Do either of you recognize them as one of our gym members?” Coal asked.
Savior squinted at the screen. “It’s hard to tell. I don’t think they wanted to be recognized.”
“I think you’re right,” I agreed.
“Guess we need to start locking the doors,” Coal suggested.
“Yeah, and I’ll print out a still frame to put at the front desk so they can keep an eye out,” I said.
“I’ll let the guys downstairs know if you want to head out,” Savior said.
I clapped his shoulder. “Thanks, man. Pretty sure I’m going to be late. Let me know if you figure out who it was.”
“Will do. Enjoy your evening.”
I looked at the time and grimaced. I was definitely going to be late, so I sent Blakely a text to let her know.
Grant:Something came up at work. Okay if I’m thirty minutes late?
Blakely: No rush. Later works better for me too.
Grant:Need me to bring anything?
Blakely:Just your appetite.
Grinning, I put my phone in my pocket and went home to shower and change clothes. Since my face was sore and I had a slight headache, I opted to take my truck instead of my bike.
When I arrived, I made sure to keep my head down while I walked to the door because I didn’t want her to see my black eye before I had a chance to warn her about it. But I wasn’t expecting her to be waiting by the door for me.
I was startled when she pushed the screen door open. “Hey.”
My head shot up as a natural response, giving her a perfect view of my bruised eye and swollen cheek. It wasn’t bad, but it was noticeable.
“Are you okay?” she gasped and reached for my face but stopped before she made contact. “What happened?”
I closed the distance between us and gently turned her around to usher her inside. “I’m fine,” I assured. “I got tagged when I was sparring at the gym. Probably looks worse than it is.”
“It doesn’t look great,” she said and glanced over her shoulder as we walked into the house. “Have a seat,” she waved at the table. “I have something for that.”
