“Who else?” Juliette says, immediately dropping her hand from where she was petting Starbuck and focusing on her computer.
“Hunter Page.”
“The owner of the basketball team?” Juliette asks as she continues to type.
“The owner of the NBA teamandthe NHL teamandthe Premier League team in England,” Stone says in the smartass tone he reserves only for Juliette.
“So sorry I can’t keep up with all your little intricate hobbies over there, Stoner.” She rolls her eyes.
“Can you two not?” Lex asks, rubbing his forehead on a sigh.
“You know how they are. This is their weird form of foreplay.” Sin smirks.
“Absolutely not.”
“Hell no. She’s not my type.”
They both speak at the same time.
The rest of us smile at each other. One day, they’ll realize what’s between the two of them. Until then, we’ll continue to give them shit on the daily.
“What else do you have?” Woodcroft asks me.
“Nothing.” The silence that greets my words is expected. After all, this isn’t really an answer, just another place to dig.
“How did you get this name?” Woodcroft asks.
“I may have had a few words with one of Nico’s top guys.” I wait for the blowback. I’ve been ordered not to go anywhere near Nico’s people, but I wanted answers. Fortunately, Nico didn’t make it past the firefight at the warehouse.
“I’m not commenting on you going against a direct command, but how do we know this name is legit?”
“Weeks of research. He gave me the bullshit name he used, and I’ve been working on who he really was for what seems like forever.”
“And he was buying the artifacts directly from Cano?” Juliette asks, her fingers going a mile a minute on her keyboard.
“Hunter Page, yes, but …” Accusing a general of what I’m about to can get me far worse off than just fired. “I think that Lorentz is supplying.”
Woodcroft’s fingers drum on my desk.
“Holy shit. We stumbled on some high up shit here,” Sin murmurs.
“I don’t need to say it, but this information does not leave this room. If I find out it’s been leaked, I’ll have all your asses.” Woodcroft’s stern voice is rarely heard, but when he uses it, we all pay attention. “Morrison, my office. Now.” He gets up and walks to the back of the room toward his office.
“Ooh, you’re in trouble.” Stone whistles.
“At least he’s doing something,” Juliette murmurs.
“Get a fucking grip, you two,” I tell them both as I pass them on the way to Woodcroft’s office.
“You’ve been busy,” he says as soon as I sit down.
“I have to do something. And no one will let me see or talk to Claire. Juliette’s blocked everything associated with her on my computer.”
“Adam, she doesn’t want to see you.”
“What?” I jolt back at his words. They don’t make sense.
“She doesn’t want to see you. We offered. Told her you could stay with her for the first week or so, but she declined.”
