Page 144 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

Myles lifts his head and looks straight at Jiro. “If you have moral concerns, now would be the time to leave.”

Jiro holds Myles’ gaze. “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

Myles watches Jiro for a moment, then nods. “Andrew Selman has substantial resources. A personal fortune in excess of three million and on his mother’s side of the family, access to another fifteen or twenty million through immediate relatives. Not all of that is liquid, of course but it’s certainly enough to get him out of the States and set up in a non-extradition country for an extended period. We’re only going to get one chance at him. If Theo arrests him and he makes bail, he’s gone.”

Jiro, Max, Mac, and I nod.

“I have no definitive proof that Drew had anything to do with Fleur’s injuries,” Myles continues. “Fleur was given a cocktail of rohypnol and heroin. The likelihood she’ll remember much about the attack is low, whenever she finally wakes up. The only things tying her attack to Drew are that he tried to get her to scene outside the club with him shortly before she disappeared; he knew she was leaving the safety of the club; and the combination of drugs she was given, which is very similar to what Cappa was dosed with. It’s all circumstantial.”

“It may be circumstantial but I think we all know he either did it himself or was involved,” I say. “He’s the alpha of this fucking Wolfpack. Everything’s been done at his instigation or on his order.”

“I’m still trying to get the CCTV footage from the New Jersey hospital,” Max tells us. “But if he’s smart, and I think we can all agree he is, he won’t have used his own car. He may have worn a disguise or gotten a lower-level wolfpack member to take her into the ER. I’m not sure we’re going to get anything useable.”

Myles turns his coffee cup around between his hands for a long moment. “Plan B involves not waiting for proof.”

There’s another round of nods.

My phone buzzes with an income text. I take it out and glance at it.

“Damn. Theo’s on the way with Javier and Dana. Max, tell me what to pack up.”

Max shakes his head. “Don’t you touch my rig.” He raises his voice. “Cynnie, baby? Help me pack double-time.”

With the help of Cynnie and Emily—who is evidently allowed to touch Max’s electronics even though I’m not—Max has everything but a very ordinary-looking laptop packed away by the time the door rings.

Theo looks even more in need of sleep than Myles. Javier’s as pale as I’ve ever seen his usually swarthy self and Dana keeps making fists, then flexing her hands like she’s fighting off the urge to hit someone.

I usher the Doms into my office.

“Fleur’s not awake yet,” Javier says when everyone’s chosen a seat, or a place to lean, around the room. “But her doctors say her vitals are rising. She may wake tomorrow or the next day.”

“Rota’s ready,” Dana offers from where she’s leaning against my bookcase, still flexing her hands. “Austin and I will organize transportation to the hospital for each shift.”

Javier nods. “Feel free to make liberal use of the limo.”

“I will,” Dana confirms.

“I’ve got five of the Wolfpack in lockup,” Theo says. “I can hold them for maybe seventy-two hours if I stretch it out. Less if they get decent lawyers. Emmett’s lawyer is dragging his heels, negotiating for a reduced sentence, before he’ll let Emmett say anything. Jared Carr’s cooperating but he was a low-level pack member, what they call an omega. He wasn’t trusted with anything yet, so he can only testify about the recruitment process and what he saw at Blunts. I honestly think Drew was only interested in him because he’s one of those tech millionaires. None of the other wolfpack members could affordmembership at Blunts. The guy doesn’t seem like he has the stomach for the Wolfpack’s activities.”

He falls silent, rubbing his eyes.

“Have you heard anything from Ten?” I ask gently.

Theo nods. “He’s in Maine. I tracked Drew’s plate to Boston. Ten thinks he took a train from Boston to Bangor. His family used to have a house on the river; he spent summers there in college. Knows the area.”

“Has he spotted Drew?” I ask.

Theo shakes his head. “Best lead we have, though. If I can get enough for a warrant, I was going to send it along the wire to Bangor P.D.”

I glance at Myles, remembering what he said about having one chance. He’s watching me. He shakes his head.

I look back at Theo. “How much sleep have you had, mate?”

Theo waves his hand. “I’m in this for the duration.”

Javier shifts in his chair to rest his hand on Theo’s shoulder. “You’re no good to her if your judgment is clouded by exhaustion.”

“Some energy drinks and a dozen aspirin and I’ll be fine,” Theo grumbles.