A Game of Schemes by T.C. Blue

Author:T.C. Blue [Blue, T.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-09-13T08:41:07+00:00

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Sully could totally understand how the so-called cleaners hadn’t found the yellow salon on their own, once Jeremiah had led them there and departed. It wasn’t readily accessible, unless one considered ‘readily accessible’ to mean ‘through a closet and down a hallway’. In all honesty, it was what Sully would have called a secret room, though the people who owned the house had decked it out in various shades of yellow. It clearly wasn’t a secret to them.

It was fascinating in a way. Also incredibly lucky, and Sully didn’t have that kind of luck. What were the odds that he’d be staying in a house with a semi-secret room and have a butler who not only knew about it but warned Sully that strangers had been all over the house except in this one room? What were the odds that any butler who had so much disdain for the person he was currently working for would have gone out of his way to mention a cleaning service and what sort of access said service had had? It was so unlikely that Sully would have bet on winning a lottery before that. None of which stopped him from holding up one hand while he dug his mobile from his pocket and pressed the appropriate buttons.

He waited a moment or three, watching the screen, then relaxed a bit when the only surveillance devices in the room belonged to his own organisation. “Okay. We’re clear.” It was only then that he looked at Castor and the bodyguard again, finding that Cas was looking at him like Sully was something Cas couldn’t quantify. Benign or poisonous, and it could be either.

The bodyguard’s expression was less confused and more speculative. “CIA?” the man demanded, “Or are you some other alphabet-soup peon? Merc company, maybe, or something even blacker? Getting my client here doesn’t mean you can take him out.”

That was more than Sully had expected, even from someone with Kaskara. He didn’t miss the way the bodyguard shifted to cover Cas, either, which was both good and annoying. Good that the guy was willing to put himself between Castor and any perceived harm, but annoying in that if Sully had wanted to hurt Cas, Cas would already be damaged.

Instead of responding to the man’s confrontational attitude, Sully rolled his eyes and chose a seat. Then he collapsed back into it, ignoring the small sounds of antique wood straining from his forceful descent.

“I already took him out,” Sully said with a smirk. “That crappy ball was our first date. Sullivan Greaves, by the way.” He extended a deceptively languid hand. “And you are? Aside from being the hired help, I mean.”

Cas grunted something Sully couldn’t hear, but apparently the bodyguard did. Then Cas sat down in the chair between Sully’s and the love seat and the bodyguard frowned.

“Steve,” the man said bluntly. “And I’m not stupid enough to shake your hand just yet.”

Sully arched a brow in what he knew was an irritating expression.

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