Dream Chaser (Dream Team, #2)(34)

“Kevin,” Mueller spat.

Ryn pulled from Boone. “As there’s not any more I have to share with you, I think it’s time for you gentlemen to be on your way. I’m sure you have a number of visits to make this morning. So we won’t delay you any further.”

“Yes,” Mueller stated quickly. “We appreciate your time, Kathryn.”

“Not at all,” she said. “And if I remember anything else, do you have a card?”

Mueller pulled out a card.

He started to hand it to Ryn, but Boone reached out and took it.

Mueller’s eyes tracked through him but didn’t catch.

Boone felt Bogart seething.

Ryn moved as if she was going to show them to the door, but he pulled her behind him, and he did it himself.

Bogart didn’t even look at him as he exited.

Mueller stopped and opened his mouth.

Boone spoke first.

“Don’t. You know.”

Mueller did know that was all kinds of fucked up, considering their purpose for being there, and their need for reliable and willing witnesses. Or at this early stage in the investigation, any information they could find. And he knew how Bogart behaved would not foster that.

He also knew Boone wasn’t a fan of Bogart’s attitude, and because of Bogart, that was all they were going to get out of Ryn if Boone had anything to say about it.

So Mueller shut his mouth, it went tight, then he walked out.

Boone closed and locked the door then prowled down the hall to get his phone, which was on Ryn’s nightstand.

He didn’t get his first call off before Ryn was in the doorway.

“Malcolm or Tom?” she asked after names she didn’t know.

“Malcolm is Lee and Hank Nightingale’s dad, a cop. And Tom’s Lee’s wife, Indy Nightingale’s dad, also a cop.”

She knew Eddie and Hank. They were cops but they were in what was considered the Nightingale crew.

Jet, Lottie’s sister, one of the Rock Chicks, was married to Eddie Chavez.

Lottie’s posse…

Being Ryn’s posse.

Hawk’s crew…

Being Boone’s crew.

In other words all of this…

Their crew.

“Sebring?” she went on.

“Knight Sebring. He owns a club downtown. And he has a…” Fuck, how did you describe Knight? “Unique sense of right and wrong, and if someone is doing what he considers wrong, he’s the kind of man who wades in.”

She took that in before she stated, “Brett didn’t kill Corinne.”

Nope.

And the frame angle takes a finer point.

“Those cops are bad guys,” she went on.

Boone lost interest in his phone because she’d demonstrated her keen ability to read people and he was more interested in that.

“How do you know?” he asked.

“I hesitate to share, considering you’re not a big fan of this aspect of my job description, but do enough lap dances for skeevy guys, you can spot a skeeve from a thousand paces.”

He could totally buy that.

“Bogart was an easy read, your take on Mueller?” he asked.

She shrugged. “He’d never get a lap dance. He’d never even go into a strip club.”

“So you didn’t get a bead.”

“I didn’t say that. He’s the brains. In other words, he’s smart, sharp, in control and isn’t about to expose a tell. If this is bigger than those two, he’s the boss. If it’s just those two, he’s the mastermind.”

“Yeah, that was my take.”

“Boone.”

She said no more.

“Baby, I gotta call Hawk,” he prompted her to say what she needed to say.

“Brunch is off, isn’t it?” she asked.

“C’mere,” he muttered.

She came there.

He pulled her into his arms.

And then he gave her the bad news.

“Yeah.”

She held his eyes, lifted a hand and rested it at the base of his throat.

“You need to be careful,” she whispered.

He took in and blew out a breath.

And then he said, “Yeah.”





Chapter Seven





Flashback





Boone


Boone was taking the stairs up to Hawk’s office two at a time when his phone went with a text.

He kept moving as he pulled it out of his back pocket.

He stopped when he saw a text from Ryn.

Out shopping for teddies.

Keep me informed.



Sweet.

Hot.

Brat.

He grinned and took the stairs slower as he texted back,

Teddies?



He started jogging again, and by the time he was in the hall, heading to the door to Hawk’s suite, she’d answered.

With her own single word.

Red.



So, before he punched in the security code to get into the suite, he smiled and answered again with one word.

Spanked.



He gave that a second before he sent his next.

About to go in. I’ll text when I’m done.