Atreus releases me from his grip. “I know how to get the info you want. An insider.”
I grimace. “Oh, now you suddenly want to help us?”
His nostrils flare. “I’m trying to do you a favor. Take it. Before I change my mind.”
My eyes narrow. “I should pummel you in the face again.”
“And how’s that going to help you get the information you seek?”
Righteous motherfucker.
I keep the gun pointed at his chest. “You’re just saying that so you can catch us committing a crime and arrest us too.”
“We’re here for the same reason. Justice. As long as our goals align, I won’t pursue anything against you.” He swallows, unintimidated by the prospect of death. “Besides, she’s been through enough.”
“Ah … so you’re just concerned with how she’ll look at you if you try anything on us,” Orion muses. “If she’ll ever even look at you at all.”
His eye begins to twitch. “I am not. I don’t care. Not in the slightest.”
Orion chuckles and pats him on the back as he passes us both. “Right. Keep telling yourself that. Welcome to our side.”
I tuck the gun into my pocket and turn around.
“I’m not on your side,” Atreus quips, but he still follows us out the door.
Orion tosses me my car keys. “Let’s go, boys.”
“You think I’m going to sit next to you while you drive?” Atreus throws me a glance. “That’ll be the death of me.”
I throw him an insulting smirk. “Who said you could sit next to me?”
Minuteslater
I openthe trunk of the car and smile at Atreus. “Enjoyed the ride?”
“Fuck you,” he growls as he crawls out. “Why couldn’t you just put me in the back seat?”
I flash his gun. “Because you needed to learn a lesson.”
Serves him right.
“What happened to you two getting along for Sunny’s sake?” Orion asks.
“This is a mutually beneficial partnership that ends after we find what we’re looking for,” I say, closing the trunk.
Atreus sucks in a breath through his nostrils. “What he said.”
Orion rolls his eyes. “Okay, we’re at the hospital. What now, Detective Foley?”
Foley pulls out his phone and makes a call.
“Meet us outside. Bring the documents I requested.”
He hangs up the phone again.
“Who was that?” I ask.
“Hospital staff,” he replies. “I texted them earlier.”
