Woo hoo!
Now we were talking.
The nerve center.
We walked into a room with a bank of, like, a gazillion television screens on one wall each with a DVD recorder beneath it, underneath that a console full of buttons and knobs. There were several multi-line phones on the console. Another wall held radios stacked in inset shelves. I could hear the police-band squawking quietly. Two guys were sitting in the room but there were four chairs. Most of the television screens had visual, but a few were blank. Against the wall opposite the screens, there were a couple of desks that were a heck of a lot messier than Lee’s, with folders, papers, empty pop cans and dirty coffee mugs.
Huh.
I had my proof about Dawn.
Both men were sitting with their sides to the door, both men turned when we walked in and both men grinned when they saw me. I had the weird, uncomfortable feeling they both knew what happened in Lee’s office ten minutes ago.
“Indy, this is Monty and Vance, I think you boys know Indy.”
Say what?
“Hey, Indy,” Monty greeted. He had a blond military cut, a well-maintained body with a laid back posture and I was guessing he was about ten years older than Lee. He was still grinning at me and he lifted his hand and pointed a finger at a bank of four screens, all of which had visual on different angles of the inside of Fortnum’s.
Ah-ha.
Now I knew how Lee would think they’d know me.
Then I stopped thinking and watched in horror as Tex banged the portafilter on top of the espresso machine. Monty hit a button and the police band was drowned out by Tex’s voice shouting, “Fucking steam! Give me some more f**king steam, you monster!” Which was followed by Duke shouting, “It only gives as much steam as it gives, man!”
Wonderful.
Now I knew why they were both grinning at me.
I looked away from the current frightening goings-on at Fortnum’s to check out Vance.
Vance was younger than Lee, but I was guessing not by much. He had shiny, straight black hair pulled into ponytail, a lean body and fabulous bone structure and coloring of a Native American.
Oh, and he was seriously hot.
Yep, I was definitely going to have to bring Marianne here, and probably Andrea and more than likely, Tod.
It was like Chippendales but better.
I found myself captured by Vance’s good looks and watched as he and Monty exchanged glances over Tex and Duke’s exchange.
Vance’s lips were twitching. He thought Tex was funny.
Vance looked up to me and caught me staring. I gave him a tilty-head smile and he smiled back, all white teeth against dark skin.
“Hi,” I said to him.
His smile widened.
Mm, yum.
Lee’s hand curled into the waistband of my shorts.
Oopsie.
Monty and Vance turned back to the monitors and I looked at them too. There was an angle of the foyer of Lee’s condo building and his empty parking spot in the condo garage. There was also an angle of the reception area where Dawn was on the phone (likely tearing me apart to one of her girlfriends) and two screens showing the Nightingale Investigation parking spots. I was pretty much praying at that point that one of the blank screens didn’t show a visual on Lee’s office.
There were eight screens showing various things, mostly inside, some had people in them both at home and in offices.