I Am Justice by Diana Muñoz Stewart

Author:Diana Muñoz Stewart [Stewart, Diana Muñoz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Published: 2018-03-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 44

The headquarters for the International Peace Team was in a suburb outside of Philly. It was a beautiful building with a sunlight-fed, plant-filled, tree-lined, decorative atrium.

As he entered the Conshohocken building, Sandesh loosened his neck noose. To his mind, ties were a way to make men uneasy, reminding them to choke back any spark of individuality.

He made his way over to the elevator. The phone in his pocket rang. He pulled it out, looked at the screen. Leland. “Yeah.”

“I see you are at the IPT.”

So this was how it was going to go—weighty reminders that he was being watched. How I Know What You Did Last Summer. Sandesh wasn’t in the mood. “Yep. I’m at my place of employment, my business.” Because he wasn’t a prisoner as much as these people wanted to think he was. Bad enough he had to keep looking over his shoulder for Walid and his men.

“What are you doing there?”

“Actually, I was just headed upstairs to prepare my press statement on global covert Parish family activities. Can I get a statement from you?”

There was a pause hard and solid enough to feel like a punch to the gut. “Don’t let this get messy, Sandesh. We care about Justice. We’d hoped you did too.”

Was that a threat to Justice? Sandesh swallowed the instant gonna-eat-you-up-and-spit-you-out fist rising in his throat. “Look, Leland, we both understand the situation. I’m on your side.” For now.

Another weighty pause. Like an orca circling a seal. “Can you still make it to dinner tonight?”

“I’ve already got it penciled in on my company calendar as a meeting with the head of a secret society.”

Leland actually snorted what sounded like a laugh, then hung up.

Sandesh looked at his phone. Before this call, he was wavering on doing what he was about to do, but Leland’s threat to Justice, even as mild as it was, sent his defend-and-conquer genes scrambling. He was going to find out everything he could about this family.

* * *

The elevator jerked to a stop at his floor. The doors opened, revealing a wall of steel-framed black-and-white photographs. And Victor.

Brown hair buzzed down to military attention, khaki slacks, and a screen-printed T-shirt with a colorful logo of a woman twirling, arms outstretched. Victor had the sleeves rolled up to reveal biceps that meant business and a Death Before Dishonor tattoo. He whistled at Sandesh’s suit and winked. “Oh, Sandy. If I were into discipline, I’d be all over you.”

Sandesh shook his head. What was it with his bisexual friend? He flirted like he had an agenda to make everyone in the world shake off their uptight restrictions. “I appreciate the love, man. Especially since I pretty much abandoned you for two weeks.”

They turned together and walked down the hall into the suite of offices.

“Forget it, Sandman. How’s things with Momma Warbucks?”

“Actually, we’re going to need to talk about that.” He gave Victor a look. “In my office.”

Inside the blue-carpeted reception area, seated at her half-moon desk, their receptionist, Myrtle, was on the phone.

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