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“Yep,” I reply.
“Good. You remember. The door’s always open if you need to talk.”
“I appreciate it. I’m good. Looking forward to Wednesday’s game in LA.” I pick up my bag.
She leans forward. “You’ll bring the same heat against the Royals as you did tonight?”
My fist tightens around the strap. “I plan to rain hell down on them.”
“That’s the spirit.”
CHAPTER 45
SALEM
“Idon’t understand. It’s been weeks. How are you still coming up short?” I question the PI I hired to find Denzel.
“Salem,” my mom cautions. “I’m sure Mr. Chen and his team are working hard.”
“Did you run his cards again?”
“Yes, and unfortunately, there still hasn’t been any activity,” Chen replies.
“So, what now?” Dad’s voice cuts into the conference call.
“We aren’t giving up. We keep searching. We have a lot of feelers out and favors called in. But this stuff takes time. You need to trust the process.”
“What about his old commanding officer?” I ask.
“It wasn’t easy to get him to talk to a civilian private detective, but he’s fond of your brother. He hasn’t seen or heard from him in months.”
Goddamn.
“Thank you for all your hard work, Mr. Chen,” Mom says. “Please keep us posted.”
I grunt and drop my phone on the counter.
I bet if I take a leave of absence and search for him myself, I’d have more leads.
“He has a proven track record longer than you’ve been alive.”I recall Cat’s words for me to be patient and let Mr. Chen work.
My doorbell rings. Cillian texted earlier to say he was stopping by.
I head to the door.
“Yo.” I pull him into a dap. “What’s with the suit?”
“Had a shoot withGQ,” he tells me.
“And you didn’t change?”
“It’s part of my new Tom Ford partnership. Need to be seen in it to keep it coming.”
“Ah.”
He slides his shoes off and follows me to the kitchen. I pull out two beers.
“How’d the call with the PI go?” he asks.
