There was a terrible hush then a flurry of murmurs.Masterson spared us a glare, and Caleb shrugged helplessly.My stomach roiled. Was he going to blame us for this?“Ladies and gentlemen, please. The man was only speaking his truth,” Masterson said, dabbing at his eyes. “And he’s right. I should ha
“We could go back in, and I could tell Masterson what I know,” Caleb said. “I know we’re missing the funeral.”“It’s a mockery of a funeral,” I replied, my voice hitching on the last word.His hand stilled in my hair. “I know, baby. I know it is.”I shook my head. “He deserved better than this.”“He
-Caleb-I brought up the information I had on Jacob Ramacher and handed my phone to Masterson. “He’s the son of Gregory Ramacher, head of Ramacher Industries.”Masterson grimaced. “What are they worth?”“Enough to be expensive to buy, but not impossible,” I said reluctantly.“Good. Call the lawyers
“You kids have fun,” one of the guards snickered before locking us in.Jacey was still quiet. I hugged her and rubbed her arms, trying to get a little life back in her. “Hey, baby. I’m sorry about Will Jr.”Jacey looked up at me with wide, wounded eyes. “I don’t want Will going to the other side kno
-Jacey-“Spend lots of time pissing him off,” I told Caleb as I hugged him before he went to work.The guard waiting in our doorway rolled his eyes. “Come on, let’s be on time.” He tapped his watch.“I could start by coming in late,” Caleb teased.The guard did not take kindly to that and dragged Ca
***Caleb returned several hours later at about 7:00 PM looking haggard. I quickly set my pizza rolls aside and went over to him.“Today I think I coordinated a mass kidnapping,” he said to me when I went to hug him.I hugged him anyway. “That’s not your fault. That’s Masterson’s fault. He’s just us
-Caleb-I stroked Jacey’s hair gently in the morning hours before I had to go work for the devil incarnate.She stirred then snuggled into me more and tried to go back to sleep.“Baby,” I murmured, my hand moving down her back. “If we want to be together before I go to work, we have to start now.”J
Masterson came out of his office to torment me. “I think there’s a village in Brazil that needs clearing before we can pillage their resources,” he chuckled to me.Doubtless he’d been listening to our conversation last night. I hadn’t meant to give him ideas. “Can we not? I mean, doesn’t your legiti