“Shit. Okay. Thanks.” I walked out of the station.
I pulled out my phone and called Gabriel.
“What’s up?”
“Eric Noles was found dead in his jail cell.”
“Suicide?” he asked.
“Someone shanked him.”
“Fuck. Elias must have men on the inside doing his dirty work, too. You’d better keep an eye on that lawyer until we catch Elias. He works at The Hamilton Group.”
“I know. He’s the man I was with last night, which puts me in a bad spot, Gabriel. I never planned on seeing him again.”
“Sorry, kid. I know how seriously you take your one-night stands. But this can’t be helped. You’re going to have to see him again.”
“I’m heading to his firm now. I’ll be in touch.”
I pulled into The Hamilton Group's parking garage and drove around until I spotted his car, parked in a reserved spot just for him. I recognized his car from last night, but what really stood out was his license plate: Luv 2 Obj. There was an empty spot across the aisle, so I backed in, waited, and watched.
An hour later, Parker threw his briefcase in the backseat, climbed in, and drove off. I followed at a distance all the way to the courthouse. But I wasn’t the only one following him. After he left the courthouse, I followed him back to his office building and watched as he walked inside. The black SUV with two men that was following him pulled into a parking spot five spots down from me.
Chapter Four
Parker
“Eric Noles was murdered in his jail cell this morning,” I said to my brothers as they sat across from my desk.
“Do you think it was random or someone hired one of the prisoners to do it?” Julian asked.
“I don’t know,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair.
“Not to change the subject. But how was last night?” A smirk crossed Roman’s face.
“Fantastic.” I grinned. “But I’m really pissed she snuck out in the middle of the night. When I woke up, there was a note on the pillow saying goodbye and thanking me for a good time.”
“Maybe she’s just not into you.” Julian smiled. “That’s why she took off before you woke up.”
“Maybe you should shut the fuck up.” I pointed at him. “There was something really odd about her.”
“Like what?” Roman’s brows furrowed.
“She insisted the lights stay off. She rides a motorcycle, and she’s a fixer.”
“What do you mean by a ‘fixer’?” Julian asked. “Who does she work for?”
“She works for herself. All she said was that she keeps damaging situations from escalating quietly.”
“That’s odd.” Roman furrowed his brows.
“I don’t know. She was?—”
“Was what?” Roman asked.
“Probably the best sex I’d ever had, and I’ll never see her again.”
“Whoa.” Julian chuckled. “The best sex?”