It so was.
“Okay then. Nice chat,” I said.
He smiled then requested, “Can I get another dirty chai?”
Well, Byron was a lot more interesting than I would have guessed.
But in the end, Byron was Byron.
“You got it,” I said, got up and headed behind the bar.
Willow and Raye were right in my space before I even got the chai out.
“So?” Raye asked.
“Staff room. Five minutes. Get a conference call going with the Angels.”
Raye looked excited.
Willow did too.
After I dropped the chai on Byron, I met the girls in the staff room.
Raye had her phone up between them, and I could see it was engaged.
“Right, Luna’s here to brief us about her sit-down with Byron,” Raye said into the phone.
“Hey, Loon,” Gemma greeted.
“Hey, guys,” I replied.
“Let’s hear it,” Raye said.
“Strap in,” I warned. Then shared, “Byron is a forensic accountant with mysterious clients. He watches money to make sure no bad guys do bad things with their assets. He’s clearly skilled with a computer and will come onboard if I can get him a date with Dream. Oh, and not only is there a board on some web that’s deeper than the dark web that’s been discussing all the Nightingale men’s business, but we Angels have our own thread. Also, the guys knew all about Byron, and that board, and never told us.”
I stopped talking and complete silence filled the locker room.
Until Tex lumbered in, all flannel shirt, jeans, long-ass beard and wild-ass hair.
He took one look at us and did not tell us to get back to work.
He said, “I lost three months ago when you hadn’t figured it out by the time I placed my bet in the pool. Fifty bucks, down the drain.”
And with that, he lumbered out.
We all stared at the door he disappeared through, then stared at each other.
“Cap knew this?” Raye whispered scarily.
“Eric did?” Jessie whispered, also scarily.
“Javi?” Harlow sounded injured.
“And they bet on it?” Raye added, her voice even scarier.
“Boy, Gabe has some ’splainin’ to do,” Willow threatened.
So did Knox.
