Keystone (Crossbreed #1)(47)
Darius shifted uncomfortably in his seat. True, he bought and sold properties for profit, but not recently. “I’m stretched for time. What can I help you with?”
“You’re not my financial advisor, Darius, so don’t bother with addressing me so formally. I have every right to see what my progeny is up to, especially after what I’ve heard.”
Darius stood up and flipped the towel away from his neck. “And what have you heard?”
“That a certain employee of yours was recently incarcerated for assault and attempted rape.”
“And what does that have to do with me? I have no control over what my employees do any more than you do.”
“True, true. We can’t put a leash on them. But I happen to know a fella who knows a fella. Humans love surveillance cameras, and it seems that your partner was arrested in a human establishment. What intrigues me is how the video shows your car in the parking lot. What were you doing on that side of town?”
“You can’t fault me for having a beer. What is this leading to, Patrick? My time is valuable.”
Patrick’s voice lost all humor. “As is mine. You’re not even bothering to clean up your messes. Why didn’t your man call the Mageri? It’s standard protocol when arrested by humans to notify the Mageri so they can send in a team to perform a thorough cleanup.”
“And what consequence is it if Salvator’s fingerprints belong with human authorities? These are just humans we’re talking about.”
“Just, he says. You’re my progeny, and what you do reflects on me. That’s the way it is, and it’s my right as your Creator to find out if you’re involved in any illegal activities that could jeopardize my position. If you need money or help, I’m always here. Tell me, Darius, do you need money or help?”
Darius was far too proud to ask for help, especially after he’d lost everything his Creator had given him when he’d become independent. Ever since Darius’s incarceration, Patrick meddled in his affairs, which was why Darius had put distance between them. But he couldn’t afford to get on Patrick’s bad side. “I’ve already bailed him out, and if you wouldn’t mind taking care of the records at the police station, I’d appreciate it,” he said reluctantly.
“Already taken care of, but I’d still like to know what it is I’m protecting you from. It’s been years since we’ve seen each other. Let’s get together. There’s someone I’d like you to meet, and it would mean a great deal to catch up with my progeny. I won’t take no for an answer.”
A knock sounded at the door, and when Salvator poked his head in and started to back out, Darius snapped his fingers and pointed at a chair next to the door.
“Very well,” Darius agreed. “Name the time and place and I’ll rework my schedule.”
Patrick laughed quietly. “You were always such an eager entrepreneur. I’m so glad to see you on the straight and narrow with your real estate dealings. Let’s meet for lunch tomorrow at Angelo’s. Noon. See you soon. Oh! And one more thing before I forget. Let me know if you have any prime real estate on the north side of the city. A colleague of mine is looking for a new place, and it wouldn’t hurt for me to offer him the expertise of my progeny. It could be a good move for you. We’ll talk about it more over lunch. See you then.”
Darius hung up and rounded his desk before sitting on the edge, his arms folded, and glaring at Salvator. “I have a mind to throw you to a pack of Shifter wolves. All you had to do was take care of one puny human, and you couldn’t even do that.”
“Like I said before, some nosy bitch in the bathroom heard everything. I had no choice but to take care of her.”
“And yet you didn’t.”
“She wasn’t normal.”
Darius put his palms on the edge of the desk and tried to release the tension in his shoulders. Whoever this woman was, she posed a threat to Darius and could undo everything. “What did you come in here for?”
Salvator released a breath and rubbed the side of his nose. “I came to talk about the woman. I still don’t know who she is, but a tracker owed me a favor and found out where she’s staying.” He ran his fingers through his stringy black hair, one section falling out of place. Salvator looked like a balding Mafioso in his suit, with bushy eyebrows and a small mouth.
“And?”
The chair creaked when Salvator scooted to the edge as if he wanted to bolt. “In a mansion. A big fucking mansion with so much red tape around it that I can’t find out who the hell lives there.”
Darius frowned. “It should be public record.”
“Should be, but I searched the records and couldn’t find it listed. I’d need your permission to hack into—”
“No,” Darius interjected. “I don’t want my fingerprints all over the place. You’ve already proven your ineptitude.”
Salvator wiped his nose with the cuff of his sleeve. “You haven’t heard the best part. Want to know where it’s located? Remember that piece of land you were looking at last week? It’s next door.”
Darius thought Salvator was exaggerating when he’d said it was a mansion, but that neighborhood? If this woman was staying in one of those homes, she was well protected, and that meant big problems if he wanted to take her out. Even if she had no interest in who Darius was, it wouldn’t be long before she might see an opportunity to blackmail him.