Brantley’s gaze remained on the road.“Thatisstupid, right?”
“Yes.Of course it is.”
“So there’s nothin’ goin’ on between Atticus and Slade?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But there’s nothin’ goin’ on between Atticus and Archer?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Are you gonna do it?”
“What?Shift the team?No,” he said in a huff.
“Good.I think we’ve got strength the way it’s laid out right now.”
Reese didn’t disagree.He didn’t have too much to go on yet, but what he’d seen of Atticus and Archer, they would play to one another’s strengths.And Evan and Slade worked well together.
Plus, that whole mixing business with pleasure didn’t work out most of the time.Of course, it wasn’t a hard and fast rule he would enforce—after all, that was how he and Brantley got together—but he certainly didn’t intend to encourage it.
“You wanna call Atticus?”Brantley prompted when they pulled out of the parking lot.
Since Brantley’s phone was connected to the truck’s Bluetooth, Reese grabbed it and pulled up Atticus’s contact.He tapped the screen to dial the number.
It began to ring.Once.Twice.
“Hey, boss.”
“What’s up?”Brantley replied, stopping at a red light.
“Is Reese with you?”
“I’m here.”
“Okay.Good.It sounds to me like Violet’s dad is missing.”
“Harold?”
There was a slight pause, followed by, “Is that her dad’s name?”
Brantley chuckled.“Yep.”
“Does she have more than one dad?”
“Nope.”
“Then I guess that’d be the one.”
“How long’s he been missing?”
“Damn fine question.No one seems to know anything other than they found his truck abandoned in a ditch, his cell phone and wallet were inside.”
“Maybe he was drunk.Wrecked the truck.Walked to town.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“What do you want me to do about it?”
