Page 53 of Lord of Debauchery

“No, but a thank you would be nice.”

I snorted, pushing away my coffee mug and folding my arms on the desk. “Get on with it or I might fire you instead.”

“You can’t fire me. I’m your best friend.”

“Need I remind you I don’t have any friends?”

He shook his head. “You’re grumpier than I thought you’d be since you have a guest inside your home. A beautiful one I might add.”

“Jeff. For the love of fuck. Who is this guy?”

“He was spouting off about some shit organization. The Death Squad. Interesting, eh?”

“Was he drinking?”

“Yeah.”

I eyed him carefully. “Are you certain you’re not making more out of this than some old wives’ tale?”

“You know the assassins are real. I grilled him like we were buddies and he mentioned men who wore what he called a tattoo. He described it pretty damn well.”

“What else did he say?”

“That the people involved with the Death Squad are coming to get all of us. Nice, huh?” Jeff grinned.

“A little ridiculous if you ask me. What did you do with this guy?”

“Well, I offered him a ride home and he didn’t seem to mind crawling into my trunk to take a nice, long rest. Well, I admit that was after I issued my infamous hard punch to his face.”

I laughed. “Fuck. You brought him here?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want him to have any chance of slipping away.”

“As you so appropriately mentioned, I have a guest.”

“Kenya knows you’re a dangerous dude.”

“Yes, but I’m not trying to make her stay here more miserable than necessary.” I rubbed my face, the exhaustion something I’d need to deal with soon or I wouldn’t be able to function. When I glanced back at him, he had a strange look on his face. “What else?”

Snorting, he rose to his full height. “He acted as if he worked with the group before. I figured you’d want to interrogate him.”

I sat back, thinking about what he’d just told me. “Fine, but we’re not doing it here. I will not bring the violence to my house.”

Unless absolutely necessary.

“I’ll change and be right back. You’ll follow my lead.”

“Yes, sir,” Jeff said, doing his usual salute.

“By the way. I don’t think I need to say this but lock down every bit of information about the attacks we suffered. I do not want it getting out there. You understand?”

“Yeah, very much so. That is one valuable thing I learned from my trunk roach. He slurred something about attacking a bigwig and that it should come any day. Then something about it being the first of many because the end was near.”

“A little apocalyptic, don’t you think?”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Yeah, but you know what they say about drunks. They’re usually telling the truth.”

My lieutenant had a good point. “Just lock down everything. No information leaves my house or the business without my sole approval.”

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