“Alright,” Syrus says. “Let me think.”
Syrus is silent for a few minutes, while I keep working on digging up information now that I have a direction to run in, and Izzy goes to the kitchen. He comes back with a large pitcher of water with cut up oranges, and Harlan’s eyes widen.
“You’re going to make yourself piss like a racehorse.”
“That’s the plan,” Izzy says, pouring water into a cup and drinking deeply. “I need this shit out of my system as soon as possible. I may get crazy and give myself an enema too to really clean myself out.”
“I know,” Syrus says, interrupting Isidro’s plan to piss and shit his way back to being a functioning omega. “Maeve was scared of Pomeranians when she was younger. I’m talking ages six to twelve. There were some scary little shits that lived around the corner from us. I’m sixteen years older than her, but I remember it clear as day. They’d chase her while on her bike, trying to bite the wheels. She was terrified that she’d fall and they’d bite her.
“She was biking home one day after school, and I followed her in my car. She had no idea, but I was worried because these damn dogs kept getting more and more aggressive. They ran free and refused to stay in their yard. Maeve was about nine, and she fell down. I slammed on my brakes, hit the horn, and bailed out to get in there and toss the damn dogs away. She was fine, I got bitten, and I loaded her up into my car to take her home. We didn’t even tell my mom about that.”
“Damn. You’re some kind of super hero shit,” Izzy says under his breath.
“I wish,” he says, shaking his head. “I should have answered her call that night. I need to be part of getting her out of there.”
“You’re our driver,” I say, knowing what it’s like to need to have a role. “We’ll have comms like before, but smaller ones so they can’t be seen. I may be able to get the lay of the club through the video cameras inside, though the hallways may not be covered. Whatever I can’t see, I’ll pull up the plans they had to give the city. Either way, I’ll know enough in an hour.”
“Let’s get our heads in the game, pack up, and head to the car in the next hour and a half,” Harlan says. “This will get us to the club by…”
Quickly plugging in the destination into my phone, I hum under my breath as I see how far it is from us.
“Ten, ten-thirty at night. Looking at the weather, it appears that we’re going to luck out and shouldn’t expect any heavy snowfall where we’re traveling to,” I reply. “The club doesn’t close until five in the morning. That’s when Maeve was leaving.”
“Jesus,” Syrus mutters, rubbing his face. “Guess I need to get moving. I don’t have much to prep. My gun is serviced, I have ammo in the gun safe, and I have the day off.”
“Go take a nap with Silva,” I suggest. “We have the rest covered.”
Nodding, he gets up and leaves the room.
“Let me automate my searches so I can download the rest of my intel,” I suggest. “We need to let Sloane and Aiden know where we’re going.”
I believe in back-up plans, and in case things go pear shaped, I want someone other than Silva to know where we’re going. A few key strokes in my programs have my computer compiling reports for me, something I painstakingly created for my own use.
I am often moving in several different directions at once, and I need my devices to help me do that. Often, if I don’t have the information in time, people die.
Putting my computer to the side, I stand, chuckling as I watch Isidro chug down more of his water.
“Guard the house and keep drinking,” I tease him, enjoying the way he flips me off. “Not unless you’re the one shoving it in my ass, baby boy.”
“I can’t be turned on right now,” he grumbles as he perfumes. Damn, he really is working through his meds fast. “Do you think if I do an enema now that it’ll be through my system in an hour?”
“Absolutely not,” Harlan says. “Skip it and we’ll figure it out. Your scent is already pretty strong, Izzy.”
“Good. I have to piss,” he says, leaving his cup on the table as he walks quickly to the bathroom.
“He’s a mess,” I chuckle, headed to the front door with Harlan.
“Should we mention the security company to Sloane and Aiden? Things have been so busy, I haven’t had a chance to mention it to him,” Harlan sighs.
“Yeah, we may as well,” I agree.
Before we know it, we’re knocking on Lexi’s front door, waiting for admittance. This isn’t something I want to do on the phone.
Sloane opens the door, brow raised.
“This looks official. Everything okay?” he asks.
“We’re going out of town tonight. I found Syrus’ sister,” I explain. “We also wanted to run something by you and Aiden.”
