Page 42 of Hunt

“Have you been harassed by Gothenburg police?” Gunner asked curiously, frowning.

I shook my head. “No. But that doesn’t mean they’re not watching us.”

He finished his glass and filled it up again. “Lam said that the blond cop was part of the investigation. The lady who now owns our house said she had questioned her about a few things. It’s weird that she also visited Riley, and it looked like she was threatening her somehow.”

A figure passed my vision range, and it was Ronan striding our way, staring at the phone screen in his hand. “We’ve got a problem,” he stated, standing over us.

I groaned. “What now?”

“Yarmouth,” he spat. “His lawyer had contacted me. He wants money.”

“Fuck,” I snapped, slapping my hand down on the table making Gunner jump.

“Yarmouth?” Gunner asked. “The toymaker?”

“Yep, the toymaker was found tied to a bed in the velvet rooms and defecated over the bed,” Ronan filled him in. Everyone knew who the toymaker was, even when we forgot his name. “He wants compensation for the stress it caused him.”

“Wait,” Gunner snapped. “Didn’t that happen just last night? And he’s already got his lawyer onto it.”

Ronan groaned in suspicion. “He wants compensation for the immense stress it caused him.”

“How much?” I asked as a heavy brick landed on my chest.

“Two million,” he replied.

I cracked up laughing. “He’s got to be fucking kidding.”

Ronan screwed his face. “He’s got a point, though. It occurred on our property under our business and by our staff. We failed to provide the service he asked for.”

I resigned to his rationale and flicked my hand at him. “I agree, but the coincidence is unsettling, and we still haven’t discovered who did that to him. Are you sure that girl had nothing to do with it? What’s her name?”

“Champagne,” Ronan informed me. “Yeah, she’s solid. She’s telling the truth, Mikky.”

I found a spot on the table to stare at while I thought it over. Like the rats, Mr. Yarmouth's being tied to a bed for several hours was a deliberate attack, but was it against him or us? Yet another mystery that needed to be solved.

“I’ve got an idea,” Ronan offered, slicing through my silence. “I think we need a mole because I think both the rats and the Yarmouth situation are inside jobs.”

“You reckon?” I questioned. It had crossed my mind, but I didn’t think any of our staff were dumb enough to cross us. Maybe I was wrong.

“Riley,” he suggested.

“What?” Gunner cracked up laughing. “Are you serious? I’m eighty percent sure she’s Annika. She’s not entirely on our side, so don’t forget the cop from Larsson who was on her back.”

“Yeah, that’s the point, though,” Ronan argued. “I spent time with her today, and she’s…nice and stressed about the cops.”

“You spoke to her about that?” Gunner asked in surprise.

“She volunteered the information because she suspects it was the police who planted the hidden camera in her room,” Ronan shot a sharp, dirty look down at Gunner.

“She knows that’s there?” Gunner’s mouth dropped open, astounded.

“Yeah, she recently discovered it,” Ronan told him, as Gunner was dumbfounded to discover that the girl was not as dumb as she looked.

Actually, she didn’t look dumb. She looked boring and nerdy, but for some strange reason these two young cums liked that. Maybe a different side of her was unleashed when they were intimate with her. She could be a kitten on the street and a tiger in the sheets.

“Did you touch her?” Gunner was angered, pointing his finger at his face. “Mikky said you can’t touch her.”

“No, I didn’t touch her,” Ronan stated, and I knew he was being honest because he was loyal to a fault. Gunner, on the other hand, was the one most likely to break my rules. “She contacted me because a couple of bros were harassing her.”

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