How to Rattle an Undead Couple - Hailey Edwards Page 0,30
enforced nondisclosure agreements his own mother forced him to sign before tackling thorny situations for her. At the time, he saw no reason not to comply. It made no difference to him. He had no one to share his secrets with, let alone hers.
Grier had changed all that.
“I wanted to tell you.” Corbin couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m sorry I wasted so much of our time.”
Depending on the terms of the NDA, he had no choice but to expose Linus to places and people who could fill in the blanks for him. The day wasn’t a waste, he knew that, but that didn’t stop him from sharing the sentiment with Corbin.
“Email copies of your security camera feed for the last forty-eight hours and your personal recordings to this address.” Linus passed him one of his business cards. “I’ll wait.”
More time slipped through his fingers, but it was worth it to ensure there was no tampering with the evidence. With time on his mind, he checked his phone and decided Tisdale would be awake and dialed.
“I’m not wiring bail money,” Tisdale answered, “if that’s why you’re calling so early.”
“Not at all.” He allowed himself a strained chuckle. “It’s come to my attention that Mother is using your services to maintain her grounds.”
“I’ve already given her the family discount,” she growled. “What more does she expect?”
“The problem isn’t with your service.” He shot Orin a measuring glance. “We have a delicate situation on our hands. It’s time sensitive, and I would prefer not to go into detail just now, but I require your help.”
“All right.” Her temper cooled. “I’m listening.”
“I need to interview any pack members who have visited her home in the last year.”
“The last year?”
“Will that be a problem?”
“Not at all.” She snorted. “Your mother handpicked her team, so they never changed. One time the head gardener’s kid had the flu, and he called out sick for a week. Without asking permission, she paid a nurse to stop by his house and sit with his kid so he could make the drive to Savannah.”
“That does sound like something she would do.”
“Most of her team is out on individual jobs right now. They work early to beat the heat this time of year. I’ll have them each give you a call this afternoon.”
“Thank you.” He made a mental note to expect the calls. “I appreciate your help.”
“You’re pack,” she said gently. “I’m always happy to help family.”
The call ended, and Linus texted Lethe permission to brief Tisdale with the details after his mother had been recovered. As alpha, Tisdale would want to know about any trouble that might spill over onto her pack, though he doubted they had anything to fear from such a targeted attack.
“There you go,” Orin announced from where he hunched over the laptop. “I’ll see if I can’t bring up the feed prior to its malfunction.”
“Or its deactivation.” Corbin said what Linus was thinking.
Orin inclined his head, awarding the point. “I’ll call if I find anything. Maybe we’ll get lucky.”
After Linus checked his email for a link to the massive files, he saved them to his personal cloud then returned the man’s nod. “I appreciate your cooperation.”
Corbin followed him out with a frown. “Who are you going to dump that footage on?”
“A friend.” He got out his phone and dialed Bishop. “I have a job for you.”
“Must be good to put that ice in your voice,” he said jovially. “Send it over.”
“Thank you.” He ended the call and forwarded the data. “He’ll be in touch if he can isolate any new information.”
“The sun is up,” Corbin pointed out. “We ought to call Leisha and give her a heads-up that we’re on the way unless we want to risk pissing her off by waking her.”
“We’re not giving her advance warning.” Linus got in the van. “You have her address?”
“Yeah. Well, no.” A blush pinked the tips of his ears. “I’ve been there once, but I can find it again.”
“You two were intimate.”
That explained who he had met at the bunker, and why he kept flushing, a condition Linus could sympathize with given his own pallor and tendency toward romantic embarrassment.
“Yeah.”
Though it wasn’t any of his business, he couldn’t help saying, “You don’t sound happy about it.”
“First time with anyone since…” He mashed the buttons on the door, rolling the window up and down. “I thought we were doing one thing, but she had other ideas. Know what I mean?”
“No,” Linus confessed, unashamed his sexual experience was limited to