Page 37 of Icy Cold Death

KABOOM.

“Anyway,” Lucian said, getting them back on track before Trey lost his nut. “Let them hash it out. Put them in a room together, and make them talk.”

Julian might not have any choice. That might be the only way to solve this.

Unfortunately.

“WHAT. IS. THE. WORST. THAT. COULD. HAPPEN. WE. GET. ANOTHER. DEAD. PERSON?”

Julian pointed.

“That could happen.”

Lucian reassured him.

“Have faith, like Ridge said.”

Julian didn’t have a choice.

Instead of this mess, he wanted to focus on anything but, so that meant work.

“Okay, update me on the team for the weekend. I hate making everyone work, but it is what it is. Until we get more PIs licensed, we’re all stuck.”

Yeah, they were aware.

The work was coming in steadily, and the new hires were not. Even with the Boston office warded, some of the prohibition-era gangsters had found a way into the building.

Go figure.

They were good at sneaking around.

“Well, Hart has this office this weekend, and Arsen is holding down Boston. Both said we are flush with work. The money is good, Jules.”

Well, that was good.

At least they’d have food and their bills paid as Armageddon exploded around them.

“We’re going to be able to expand…”

He stopped them.

Yeah, no.

“Not until we get these offices staffed. We’re already running with a skeleton crew. I need more bodies in seats doing investigative work.”

The radio spun and then Trey continued on.

Because he couldn’t read a room.

“THESE. BONES. THESE. BONES. THESE. SHAKEY. BONES…”

Julian ignored him.

It was for the best.

He knew one thing for sure.

God.

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