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Ethan frowns, his brows pinching in annoyance, and thankfully, Aiden cuts in to save the day.
“You have my number now, so let me know if anyone here has any interest, and we can safely escort them to the Tower.”
“Yeah. Will do,” Ethan replies before looking at me. “It was good to see you again.” I smile, and he looks ready to move closer, his body leaning forward when his gaze slants to Jackson, and he plants his heels. “Maybe I’ll see you around again soon?”
Dane’s hand squeezes mine behind my back, and I give him one in return before answering Ethan. “Yeah. As soon as this GE business is over with, I plan to be back here all the time.”
That was apparently thewronganswer because the guys all practically snap their necks to look at me with varying levels of broodiness, but I ignore them and wave to Ethan before heading to the door.
Chapter thirteen
Raegan
AidenandCibrinawalkinto the Loft as I wash the last dish from dinner. Jackson’s gift lifts the plate from my hand, dries it, then passes it off to Kellan to put away.
“Cibrina’s here with the information from Harvey,” Aiden announces, immediately making himself a glass of bourbon before sitting at the head of the table. Those of us in the kitchen gather back at the dining table, taking a seat or—in Jackson’s case—shifting around from his perch on the counter. Cibrina smooths her sheath dress and sits in the available chair.
Dane turns from the computer where he’d been working on Aiden’s virus. “Was any of it useful?”
Cibrina nods, raising her hands as if poised over an invisible keyboard. Golden light shimmers above the center of the table, turning into words and then a paragraph of notes. “While he didn’t realize it at the time, he had come into contact with two active Board members before his time at the Guild.” Her fingers dip and rise, and the text expands to two lists of notes.
“We have a starting point for two of the sitting Board members,” Aiden elaborates.
The rest of us are busy reading Cibrina’s notes. In one column, it lists: male, dark brown hair cut short, brown eyes, at least six feet tall, fit, wore a white physician coat over dress clothes, looked crazy, medical director, manages hospital?, argued with Charles about blood for something, Charles shut him up with donations.
The second column has: older male, short silver hair, blue eyes, maybe around five foot nine, fit, wore business suit, talked lawyer-ey.
Dane scoffs. “Talked lawyer-ey?”
“You know Cibrina’s gift records the information exactly as she hears it.” Aiden’s index finger taps the glass in his hand. “I understand this isn’t a lot to go on, but can you make it work?”
Dane’s amber gaze focuses back on the golden words, his jaw tight. “For the doctor in a management-type position at a hospital... maybe. But for the lawyer? There are thousands and thousands of those. Even if we’re limiting our search to the States only. And who’s to say these guys haven’t retired or died since Harvey last saw them? He’s been at the Guild for what...ten years?”
“Eight,” Cibrina confirms.
“Right. Did he meet these guys while at the Guild, or before?”
Cibrina scrolls through more text and pauses over what appears to be a transcript of their conversation. “Before. One looks to be eleven years ago and the other...nine.”
Kellan’s foot bumps mine under the table as he stretches his legs and rests a tattooed forearm on the table. He shoots me a wink with a roguish grin when I give him a look for it. “I doubt GE Boardmembership is the sort you can just leave,” he drawls. “Not with all the secrets they’d know.”
“He could be dead, then. The notes show Harvey called him older with silver hair nine years ago,” Dane presses.
Kellan opens his mouth with what I know is going to be bullshit aimed at poking Dane’s temper. I lean forward and slap my hand on the table to cut in first. “I might have a lead,” I blurt out, and all eyes fall on me. “I...back when we were at Old Red...I may have bumped into a lawyer with GE.”
The sudden quiet as the others process that feels like a guillotine hanging over my head and I’m just waiting for it to drop. Aiden’s completely still, his obsidian gaze locked on mine as his fingertips whiten where they grip his glass.
Shit.
Dane breaks the silence first. “What?! When the hell did that happen? How did we not hear about it?”
“Aside from the fact that you and I were hardly on speaking terms, I was still trying to find and fight GE on my own then.”
Kellan joins in, his deep voice rough. “We were on more than speaking terms, beautiful, and this is the first I’m hearing of it.”
Swallowing, I fist my hand on the table. “It was complicated back then. Let's focus on how this might help us now.”
“What happened?” Aiden’s voice is a low, dangerous croon. “Who is he? Where is he now? Tell us everything.”
