“Yeah. Both recordings, along with copies of all of the rest of the evidence.” I exhaled. “Please tell me we don’t have to turn over Nolan to the council.”
“We should have handed over Cam,” Titus admitted. “They’ll be pissed that didn’t get the chance to question him. To look for a way to blame us for this, and to fuckinglearnsomething from his efforts. Not that they’d openly admit that.”
Which was why we’d executed Cam as soon as we were certain of his guilt and had collected all the evidence. This would all have to be presented very carefully, and I didn’t envy Titus the job.
“Handing Nolan over would go a long way toward making up for that.”
“But Austin and Bishop—”
“Have a claim. I know.” Titus nodded. “They have aright.”
I could only shrug, my hands folded on my desktop. “Ending Silas helped me heal. I considered it closure, until I found out about Cam. They deserve the same opportunity.”
“I agree,” Jace said.
Titus exhaled again. “As do I. I’ll deal with the council.”
“Bury him somewhere else, though,” Jace said. “I wish we had an industrial incinerator. That came in handy several times, back on the ranch.”
The Lazy S, capital of Faythe’s Pride, where he’d served as an enforcer for years.
“Since we don’t, we’ll have to spread out the graves and treat them with lime. Just in case.”
“Like with Silas,” I said.
Jace nodded. “Do you need help?”
“No. We’ll handle it from here. I appreciate everything you’ve both done.”
“Three zones, one Pride,” Titus said. “Next time, it could be us calling on you.”
We all let that thought hang in the air for a moment. And finally, Jace smiled. “So, the brother and the widower are staying?”
“Looks like it. Austin hasn’t heard back about his job application yet, but I can’t imagine the Buford PD turning him down. And Bishop swears he can do construction anywhere. He works in a pretty wide radius anyway.”
Jace’s brows arched. “They sound like handy men to have around.”
I rolled my eyes at him, ignoring Titus’s obvious amusement. “We’re all handy, around here.”
“Are we putting them on the payroll?” Titus asked?
“Austin, definitely. But part time, like Spencer. We need his police resources, so he’ll need tobea cop. Bishop is…temperamental. He needs training before I can trust him in the field.”
“He’s definitely mercurial,” Jace agreed. “But he’s strong, fast, dedicated, and loyal to a fault, and those are very valuable qualities in an enforcer. If he’ll follow orders. If you can handle him.” Jace cleared his throat and his gaze narrowed on me. “Not to get into your personal business, but…canyou handle him?”
Titus’s brows rose, but he said nothing as he waited for my answer.
“Not going to lie; he’s a challenge. We’ll see,” I said. And that was as much as I was willing to commit to, at the moment.
“Okay, file the paperwork and keep us updated,” Titus said.
“Fucking paperwork,” I grumbled.
“It can wait,” he said. “For now, deal with Nolan Blake and take care of your sister. Keep us updated on that too. Spencer has volunteered to stay as long as you need him. And Faythe has requested updates as well. She sends her absolute best.”
She’d texted me as much, as well, along with a clearly heartfelt offer to do anything she could to help.
“I’ll thank her.”
