The haughty expression was gone from Lotz-Moore's face for a fraction of a second. A crack in the facade. A hint of uncertainty, if not fear.
"As you can see, I'm busy, Agent Whatever-it-was," he said, spreading his hands to either side to indicate the mess in the room.
"Stone," Cass said, "You can call me Flint if you want. What do you know about Somno-tech?"
"Somno?" Lotz-Moore frowned. "I've never heard of it."
"That's interesting." Cass scratched behind his ear. "According to our records, you're the biggest shareholder. Looks like you made a lot of money investing in them. They were a no one, nothing but a little startup. They made a few apps, including one that helps people to find the best pizza in their location. That app is now worth billions. Care to explain about that?
"I swear to God, I've never heard of Somno-tech," Lotz-Moore insisted.
He was telling the truth. Cass had made up the company. The app, though? That sounded like a good idea to me. When this was done with, maybe he could develop it himself.
Cass hummed. "What about Peen-Tech?"
"Peen…" Lotz-Moore stared at him. "What the fuck is going on? You're shitting me, right? You're not really from the FBI."
"Aren't I?" Cass asked. "Are you up to date with our interrogation techniques and questioning practices?" He rocked back and forth on his feet, hands behind his back.
"You're out of your fucking mind," Lotz-Moore told him. "Get out of my apartment. Don't come back unless you have a warrant."
Cass dropped his phone into his pocket. "Okay then. One more thing before I go. Why do you have so many sex toys?"
I put a hand over my mouth and giggled, pretending to be shocked that he'd say the words.
"I didn't—" Lotz-Moore started. He shook his head. "You know what? It's none of your business anyway. Get lost."
"Yeah, let's do that," Jules said, starting toward the door.
"No, not you," Lotz-Moore said, waving his hand in the direction of Jules and Archer. "You're going to get this stuff out of here." He pointed at the boxes.
"No dice, dude," Jules said. "Have yourself a good day now." He raised his hand as if to tip a hat, but snagged his fingers in his wig and pulled it off his head. It dropped onto the floor with a plop.
"The fuck?" Lotz-Moore shook his head. He leaned back like the wig might come to life and bite him.
I wished.
Jules leaned over and snagged up the wig. "I like having a different look, okay? Don't judge me." He looked Lotz-Moore up and down, curling his lip. Irritated, at himself for losing the wig or Lotz-Moore for being a judgy prick.
Possibly a bit of both.
"Whatever. You can get the hell out too," Lotz-Moore said. "These two can get this crap out of here." He jerked his head toward me and Boner.
"Good luck with that," Boner said with a snort. "I have some tail to bury myself in. Come on, babe."
I was tempted to leave Lotz-Moore to stew in his own annoyance, but we had him on the back foot. It was time to finish this.
"I don't think I will leave, babe," I said, locking my eyes on Zeus.
He was tall, sturdily built, strong enough to hold down someone smaller than himself. His cold gaze was like twin balls of ice.
He'd spent his life hiding right out in the open, judging other people's work in public while doing heinous things in private.
Not anymore.
He frowned, trying to place where he knew me from.
I smiled and pulled off my own wig. I tossed it aside, my red hair tumbling down around my shoulders
