In a minute, she had the lake up on the screen, praising me for my trip down memory lane. More when I found the white building with its wooden dock and expensive security.
Mila stared at the grainy image. “We need to get someone out there. The police? Or should we scope it out so we can ask questions first? Do we want that?”
My head whirled. A sense of being useful and special replaced another chunk of the heaviness I carried. “I need to tell Tyler.”
Our three men were called in, forming a wall of man in front of the door.
Tyler listened, and his steady, careful questions helped calm my jumpy heart. When he was done, he dialled someone and put the phone on loudspeaker.
Two men instantly answered, Kane’s attention equally sharp.
Tyler briefed them, ending with, “Mission commences in thirty. We’ll scope the place, then if the targets are located, we’ll extract.”
The two on the phone agreed without hesitation, and the call ended.
Urgency filled the room. It caught me, too, along with a big ol’ dose of panic. Tyler was leaving. He’d go out to do something dangerous, and I might never see him again.
“I’m coming, too,” Kane said.
Tyler held his gaze on him. “You’re a wanted man.”
Kane shrugged. “So? The cops already know where I am. What are the reporters going to do, take my picture?”
Tyler switched his gaze to Lovelyn. “Any more articles?”
Lovelyn shook her head. “Not much. They can’t find out anything about him beyond the one legit bodyguard job where the photo came from.”
Kane made a ‘see?’ expression. “We rushed back here to keep Lovelyn safe. I won’t hide in the warehouse when I can do my fucking job.”
“They are also your relatives,” Tyler added.
“Who don’t know me and I don’t know them. I see no problem here.”
Convict said something low to Mila then turned to Tyler. “I’m coming, too. I know their faces, and I can’t miss the chance of thanking Presley after what he did to me.”
Convict skipped his gaze to me, providing an explanation I’d wanted but hadn’t voiced. “I went down to the docks in Leith,and that little shit was there. He called the cops on me, and I got Tasered.”
He pointed to his temple, a mark on his skin. “I had the pleasure of throwing him out of Divide the night he came here, but I really could do with introducing my fist to his face a few more times.”
I touched my fingers to my mouth. He’d already carried a head injury. That could’ve killed him. “You okay?”
Convict shrugged. “Probably jolted some sense into me, so no biggie.”
Kane grouched, “Ye still owe me for freeing your arse.”
Convict stuck his middle finger up. “Happy to contribute to your training. You needed the help.”
Tyler shook his head at them. “Fine. You’re both in. Thirty minutes.”
We exited to the hall, Kane snagging Lovelyn’s hand, the door closing on them, but not before his parting words reached my ears.
“Mouth on mine, flower girl.”
Damn, that was sweet. I couldn’t have been more wrong about the Big Bad Shithouse if I’d tried.
Mila held up her phone. “I’m calling a meeting of the Skeleton Girls Detective Agency. Cassie’s group with us, Genevieve, and Everly. Will you join? We’ll meet in her apartment, right across the hall from yours. It’ll be safe.”
I tried and failed to swallow my rising fear for Tyler. At least in company, I couldn’t spiral too badly. “I’d love to, sis.”
