And if my gut was right, Ron knew a hell of a lot more than he was saying.
The stairs creaked beneath our boots as we climbed to the second floor.Anchor didn’t knock this time.He just opened the door and stepped inside like he owned the place.
Which, technically, he did.
Ron was standing by the printer when we walked in.His hand hovered near the machine, and his shoulders jumped slightly when we entered.It was small, barely noticeable, but I noticed anyway.
The printer hummed behind him, still printing something.
Ron blinked at all of us, then laughed too loudly.“Well, damn.What do I owe the pleasure of two visits from Anchor in one week?”
Anchor chuckled like this was casual.Like we’d just stopped by for coffee and a complaint about ticket sales.“Starting to miss your face, Ron.”
Ron smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.“That’s a terrifying thing to hear from you.”
Prime closed the door behind us.Click.
Ron’s eyes flicked toward the sound.There.Another little tell.
My skin prickled.
Push stayed close beside me, but he didn’t touch me.
Anchor moved slowly toward the nearest desk and rested one hip against it.“Wanted to ask you something else about Erin.”
Ron’s mouth tightened for half a second.“Sure.I told you what I knew yesterday, though.”
“Yeah.”Anchor nodded.“You did.”
The printer hummed again.
A sheet of paper shifted somewhere inside the machine.
My gaze flicked toward it.
Ron noticed, and he stepped slightly in front of the printer.
My pulse picked up.
Cross leaned against the file cabinets with his arms crossed.“You sure Erin said Tennessee?”
Ron blinked.“What?”
Anchor watched him closely.“Yesterday, you said Erin mentioned Tennessee.You sure that’s what she said?”
Ron adjusted his glasses with shaky fingers.“Yeah.I mean, pretty sure.”
“Pretty sure?”Prime asked.
Ron cleared his throat.“It was weeks ago.I don’t remember every little conversation I had with a part-time worker.”
“That’s understandable,” I said softly.
Ron’s gaze snapped to me.
I smiled.
Not friendly exactly.
