Or Darius could have plugged him last night, leaving him filthy and full of cum all goddamn day. Bishop would be none the wiser.
Kit yanked himself from the fantasy. No fucking way. Bishop would absolutely notice, and accidental flirting was one thing. Wearing a butt plug for file scanning would be a clear violation of their “we’re not a thing” arrangement.
“What’s your take on these?” Kit asked.
“Your new boyfriend is bad news,” Bishop answered immediately.
“Same as my other boyfriends.” Kit froze, then pointed in warning. “Don’t tell Holden he’s my boyfriend yet.”
“You really don’t have to worry about that.” Bishop set the binder aside. “These are more interesting than I expected. I thought they would just be edgelord scrapbooks. But Holden has a knack for seeing connections.”
Yeah, Kit could see that. It had taken Holden all of two weeks to figure out Dad’s identity. “He says he organizes them based on how interesting they are.”
Bishop handed over one of the already-scanned books—a spiral-bound notebook with rainbow unicorns frolicking on the cover. “These are seven unsolved cases covering multiple counties. Three of them are known to be the same killer. Two of them are ones the cops suspect are related but have never made public. And the other two have never been linked. They’re burglaries, not murders. But I’m very curious to investigate them now.”
“James thinks he could be useful too,” Kit said, skimming the first few pages.
“I wouldn’t go that far. I think he’s running on pure instinct, and that’s fucking dangerous.” Bishop stood, rolling his neck to the side. “Are you done with that?”
Kit relinquished the empty coffee mug. “Refill, please. Extra sugar.”
“If you brush your teeth after,” Bishop warned, but took the mug and left.
Before Kit could resume scanning, his phone buzzed.
Sexy:Hey babe, you cool with staying with Bishop or Darius next week? Something’s come up
Kit:“something” ??
Kit:be specific
Kit:if you’re planning something stupid, babe, i want in
James’s reply came immediately, but it was only a string of hearts and laughing emojis. Eyes narrowing, Kit pulled his legs up onto the office chair. James was clearly buying time while he figured out what to say.
Kit:it’s been five seconds. i’m getting suspicious
Another laughing emoji followed. Extremely suspicious.
Sexy:It’s nothing stupid, and nothing to worry about :)
Sexy:There’s a woman I’ve been watching, and she’s going on vacation
Sexy:Which means it’s the perfect time to abduct her, since her office won’t miss her for two weeks
Indignation burned hot and fast. Kit glared at his phone screen, trying to sort out his messy reactions. This was probably related to James’s hunt for his family’s killer. That was the sensible explanation. But Kit couldn’t help imagining James’s hand around a woman’s throat.
Pressing a chloroformed handkerchief to her face. Her helpless body slumping against James.
Strong hands closing handcuffs around her slack wrists.
Sexy:Okay, it’s been ten seconds, now I’M getting suspicious
Kit:um i kind of thought kidnapping was OUR thing
“What’s wrong?” Bishop asked from the door. He crossed the office and set the steaming mug of coffee down. “You’re frowning.”
Kit allowed Bishop to tilt his face up. The gentle touch couldn’t distract from his displeasure. “James is cheating on me.” When Bishop’s eyes widened, Kit sighed. “Not like that. Probably. He’d better not be. Do you take infidelity cases?”
