Someday, he would be able to retaliate
against Cadburn, and not just make it stick, but ensure Curtis was safe once
and for all.
He was still thinking about that when
he finished closing up the coffee shop and turned out the lights in the
bookstore, lowered all the blinds, turned on the alarm system, and went
upstairs. Eden had already gone to bed, and the office was dark when he peeked
in. Kai went up the stairs to the third floor. Troy was at work with the door
of his apartment open, meaning he wanted Kai to stop in. Something was steeping
in the two-cup French press. It smelled spicy and looked purplish, with dark bits
swirling around in the hot water. When Troy asked how the meeting had gone, Kai
reported on Curtis' latest injury, and his need to retaliate.
"I bet Eden could dig up something
strong enough to send the creep running. Get him ridden out of town on a rail."
Troy tapped the glass side of the container, his gaze focused on the slowing
swirl of the contents. "The problem is that he has connections, and they'll
know the minute she starts digging. They're probably waiting for us to give
them an excuse to strike. We ignore them, and they waste a lot of time and
energy waiting for us to fight back. They do all our work for us, punishing
themselves."
"Burning out a few dozen brain
cells, too, hopefully," Kai offered.
That got a snort from Troy.
"Wish I could figure out why he has to pick on Curtis."
"Do jerks like him need a reason or an excuse?"
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