Page 91 of Hades

He shrugs. “They think otherwise.”

This has to be some sort of sick joke.

Standing, I take out my phone and walk over to the frame that’s crooked on the wall and snap a photo.

“What are you doing?”

I turn and raise an eyebrow. “I’m going to see if this is a valid law degree, and then I’m going to report you to whatever board you report to.”

“Why would you do that?” he asks, confusion all over his face.

“Because this is the least professional meeting I have ever had in my entire life. You are supposed to defend me, yet you have no interest in doing so despite being paid,” I say before I start walking toward the door. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer. My real lawyer. I want my dues back and you removed.”

I hear the wheels of his chair slide across the dirty linoleum. “Wait a sec, I’m sure we can work something out!” he yells behind me.

Ignoring him, I leave his office and meet Hades in the waiting room.

“Atticus is waiting for us,” he says as he stands.

“How did you know?”

“The door wasn’t shut all the way. I heard every word,” he grumbles, glaring daggers down the hall.

“Come on, we can plot his demise together later. We don’t have time to get our hands messy right now,” I say as I grab his hand.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He smirks.

I roll my eyes.

Men. Always one thing on the mind.

Once outside, we walk to my car, Hades opening the passenger-side door so I can get in. It should bother me that he grabbed my keys this morning before we left, but it doesn’t. I hate driving with a passion. People piss me off when they are behind the wheel.

While he drives, I send a text to Trigger with the picture of the guy’s license and diploma.

Me

Is this a real law degree?

Trigger

I’ll look into it, but it’s not a school I’ve ever heard of. That doesn’t mean much, though.

Me

Lovely. Thank you. Sorry for bothering you.

He hits back a thumbs-up, and I set my phone down.

“That guy was a fucking idiot,” Hades mutters.

“That he was. Like why even be in that profession if you have no interest in actually doing the work?”

“You know we have the recordings, right? Not the ones the hospital has, but the cameras that Trigger had installed? They aren’t doctored.” He reaches over, squeezing my hand.

“I know that, but he doesn’t.”

He nods in understanding.