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They had been watched. Trevor wasn’t there for that much of their questioning. He was betting there was security inside.
Someone liked to watch, and he was betting that someone was Julian.
Trevor continued.
“Julian is an open book. If you asked him, I’m sure he told you.”
He had.
“Now, anything else?”
Gene was curious.
“You said you’d have to drive him. What do you drive?” he asked, trying to tie that one detail from the bikers to anyone they could.
He pointed.
“Whatever car he feels like me driving him in. That would be dependent on his mood.”
The man was evading.
Gene could feel it.
“Does he have a white Benz?” he asked.
Trevor thought about it.
“Hmmmm, you know, I don’t know if he does or not,” he finally said.
Well, shit.
Gene felt like he was being cock blocked from the truth by a bunch of dicks.
When he saw Gene go red, Ethan put his hand on Gene’s arm. He was getting frustrated.
Anyone could see that.
“Thank you, Trevor. Can we get the business card, and we’ll get out of your hair.”
The man nodded.
When they headed out, they found Julian in the kitchen with the chef. He was sitting on the counter, talking to the man.
“Leaving so soon?” he asked. “Are you sure you’d not like to stay?”
Oh.
Hell.
No.
This place was weird. The last thing Gene wanted to do was stay here.
It was time to roll.
“We appreciate that, but we’re going to be going,” Gene said. The further from here the better. This place rubbed him the wrong way.
Julian opened his mouth when the chef fed him a spoonful of something.
