Page 48 of Corbin
No shifter was safe from SCIS if found guilty of a crime against a human.
Not even her. She had done nothing to harm anyone. Innocent people still went to prison.
SCIS for a shifter was far worse than ending up in prison for a human.
As the elevator stopped on the top floor and the door opened, she pulled out her business mobile phone and called Beckham.
She closed the phone before the call connected because a new thought hit her.
Could Corbin possibly work for Leszek on the side? That man paid off everyone to get what he wanted.
She refused to believe that of the wonderful boy she remembered.
A niggle of worry climbed her neck.
That boy had grown into a man she didn’t know.
Chapter 13
Leszek waited for Alexandria’s call to let him know she was leaving her desk to go home. He gave her ten minutes to gather her things and lock the glass double doors to the entrance before taking the private elevator down.
Once she left the building, guards in the lobby would call his private line to clear any visitor before keying the elevator to stop on his floor. Even so, Leszek took no chances. No one could be trusted.
Certainly not that bitch, Eirene.
He called someone he also did not trust, but who knew better than to cross him.
“Brody here.”
“What’s the status of the injured guard? Has he finally died?” Leszek drummed his fingers on the polished surface of his marble desk.
Lowering his voice, Brody said, “Not yet, but Archie is not doing well. They took him for a second surgery this evening.”
“You say that as if I should be pleased with the results. That isnotwhat I want to hear!”
“I ... I understand, but law enforcement has a guard on his room.”
Leszek sat forward at that news. “A uniformed officer?”
“No. He’s in street clothes, but ... he’s either law enforcement or military. I’ve gone by to see Archie and explained that my teammate has no family. I told the guard I was his best friend.”
If Archie had seen Brody trying to kill him at the theater, that boast of friendship would never hold up unless Archie had amnesia from the accident. “Did you get into his room?” Hopefully, Brody could inject Archie’s feeding tube with theheart attack drug that couldn’t be traced. He’d given Brody every tool necessary to produce results.
“No. The nurses told me no one can see him until he regains consciousness, which might not be for a day or two.”
“Find a way in there sooner,” Leszek ordered in a voice that warned against arguing. He expected everyone to do as told, including Eirene.
She’d come home from running around like a bitch in heat with her tail tucked. He’d thought running her world would be simple until she started questioning every decision he made for her label and her finances. He’d lost his temper once and warned her the courts would be observing her every move and contacting him for updates on her progress in the human world.
That they cared little about her singing. He’d kept her few months of acting out quiet, but he could have as easily given the courts proof she needed his skills as a trustee longer than initially expected.
She’d become more docile since then ... until today, when he learned of her ridiculous deal for partial ownership in the Libertas Theater. That’s all it would take to give her a boost of confidence. He had to pull her back under his thumb ... permanently.
If Brody could kill the third security member on his team without a suspect being found, many would begin to question the common denominator.
That would be Eirene, who refused anyone except human guards.
Fingers would point at the person most capable of killing them because too many people had heard her complain about wanting no guards to get in her way.
