“Legally, yes, he’s an adult—but he’s not grown. He’s a large child in a man’s body.”
“Developmentally delayed?”
Crenshaw snorted. “If only that were the case, his behavior could be explained away. No. There are no delays other than Jaye’s unwillingness to grow up and act responsibly.”
“I see,”Dash replied, inwardly rolling his eyes. “Alpha, beta, or omega?”
“Alpha,” Crenshaw said.
“Is he employed?”
“If revelry and wasting money were a career, he’d excel at it,” Crenshaw answered.
“He could just be out on a bender, then?”
The attorney narrowed his eyes. “He’s lazy and rarely leaves home. He prefers his vices be delivered. His weekly house parties are apparently legendary.”
“Rarely isn’t the same as never. If there’s even a remote chance he’d go elsewhere, I need to know.”
“On occasion, he might disappear for a couple of days—butneverfor this long. His father keeps a tight leash on his bank accountandcredit cards to ensure he doesn’t blow his trust funds in one fell swoop. He’s never gone for more than two or three days before he comes begging for more cash.” Crenshaw scoffed. “It’s beeneleven days.There’s no way that boy has two pennies left to rub together.”
“I wasn’t aware one could keep a trust fund out of the hands of its beneficiary once they’d reached the required age,” Dash said.
“You can if you own the bank the trust sits in,” Crenshaw replied with a smile just this side of evil.
“Some might call that illegal.”
Crenshaw snorted. “His millions would already be gone if his father and I hadn’t protected them. It was in his best interests.”
Maybe he should’ve used that same energy and raised a better man—then he wouldn’t need me to pull his adult son outof the gutter.Dash forced a smile. “I wonder if he sees it that way.”
“You can ask him.Afteryou find him,” Crenshaw snapped.
Dash weighed what he’d heard. “Honestly, any decent P.I. could probably find Mr. Lachlin’s son. I’m afraid my plate is very full at the moment.”
“Let me get this straight. You’re not taking the case?”
“Unless you’ll allow me to hand this over to one of my associates—no, Iwon’tbe taking the case.” He was tired of rich assholes and their entitlement, plus there was nothing about the case that got his juices flowing. A missing manchild wasn’t exactly thrilling work.
Crenshaw’s face twisted into one of disgust. “You’re tellingJennings Lachlinno?”
“No. I’m tellingyouno. You’ll get the honor of passing along my message—along with my heartfelt hope his son is found quickly and in one piece.”
Crenshaw’s eyes widened for a split second. “Youdon’ttell a Lachlin no.”
“Odd, because I believe I just did.”
The attorney’s face grew a bit ruddy, yet a smile stretched across his face. “You know, I did a little digging into you.”
Dash did his best not to tense.
“Wasn’t your grandpapa a Lachlin before he mated into the McCreary family?”
“So I’m told. If you’re trying to use familial guilt to force me into taking the case, I’ll let you know now that I’ve never met anyone from the Lachlin side of the family and only recently met some of my McCreary cousins. I was raised firmly middle class. No entitled asshole here.”
“No, just an arrogant prick.”
Dash smiled slowly.
