“Where’s the sleazeball?” I asked.
“I have him,” Onyx confirmed.
“You didn’t turn him in?”
“No, technically he hasn’t committed a crime.” Onyx smiled at me. “And I knew you would want to play a little first.”
“I do,” I told him grimly. I looked over my shoulder at Gray and Quinn, but they were huddled together, and I didn’t want to interrupt them. “Gray and I came up with a theory earlier,” I said. “You probably already have it, since you caught them, but we think they’re using the campus for recruitment.”
“What?” Jett asked as he looked at me in surprise.
“Quinn was targeted coming out of a medical center. She had the leaflets and was upset,” I explained. “So, it makes sense they would hang around places like that. But the janitor . . .” I scratched the back of my neck as I thought about it again. “The janitor has access everywhere on campus. How often do you pay attention to the guy? They do their jobs working around a campus full of students, they blend.”
Onyx considered it. “He would hear and see a lot.”
“Exactly, and we thought, it’s college, there’s hookups whether by relationships, heat of the moment drunk sex, or spiked drinks. Throw in student debt . . .” I shrugged.
“And you have a breeding ground for a lucrative market,” Onyx finished grimly. “The janitor is becoming more interesting to me.”
“That’s what we figured. He knew Quinn, likeknewher. I don’t think that was from campus.” I was getting excited. “We thought if we search for dropouts, sudden gap years, ones who fade out and in again, we may learn more.”
“And what better place to make sure they don’t talk when they return than to have a listening device in among them.” Onyx looked thoughtful. “I didn’t think of this. I will look into it more now.”
“How did you catch them then?” Gray asked across the room.
“Daddy Admiral has some very fucking scary SEALS at his disposal. You put Daddy’s resources and my brains on a problem, and you get sweet results.”
“My dad’s involved?” Quinn asked sharply.
Onyx regarded her with his usual contempt. “You’re his only child; you think your father was going to sit back and do nothing?”
“I can’t believe you would involve my dad.”
“He didn’t,” Gray said. “Your dad got involved all by himself.”
“You knew?” Quinn glared at him. “You didn’t say anything!”
“George can handle himself,” Gray told her quietly.
“And our parents?” I asked Onyx. “I know my dad wasn’t letting you have all the fun.”
“Uncle Kage was quite the detective,” Onyx told me.
That figured, my dad was the crazier of the brothers. It made sense he would bond with Onyx over this . . . the crazier of my cousins.
“Who has been handed over?” Quinn asked quietly. “Are you going to tell us?”
Onyx considered it. “A Dr. Leonard Phillips, Sarah Mowberry, Paige Lui, Brent Trucker — that’s actually his name — and a Raymond Mancini.”
“Paige? Was she the secretary?” Quinn asked him as she looked at her hands.
“Yes. Keeps excellent paperwork. Pity she’s so heinous.”
“Bitch, you mean,” Jett muttered.
“I do appreciate organization.” Onyx checked his watch. “I think the majority of the stuff we have uncovered will stick.”
“Fuck, I hope so,” Jett muttered fervently.
