The B-Team by Janet Elizabeth Henderson

Author:Janet Elizabeth Henderson [Henderson, Janet Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-01-28T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

To Harris MacDonald’s surprise, after questioning him, they didn’t return him to the cell he’d shared with his brother Logan. Instead, they put him in with a man who looked like he could crush an SUV with one fist.

Harris was tall, sitting just over six feet, but this guy was easily a head taller. And at least three times wider. All of it muscle, as far as he could tell.

“Are you with Benson Security?” Harris asked as he leaned against the wall nearest the door. It was either that or sitting on the toilet because he didn’t want to climb up onto the platform with Gigantor.

The giant grunted, his expression remaining completely blank.

Helpful.

“Was that a yes grunt or a no grunt?” Harris asked.

This time, the giant raised an eyebrow and grunted. Equally helpful.

“Okay, let’s try this. If you’re Benson Security, grunt once.”

The giant opened his mouth. “I’m based in the Scottish office. Name’s Grunt.” His voice was a roll of thunder. One with an American accent.

“Wait.” Harris pointed at him. “You’re Noah’s friend. You missed his wedding, dude.” He’d remember the Hulk if he’d been there.

Grunt just cocked his head.

Harris took that as an inquiry about how it went. “It was a good day. Sun was shining. Bride wore white. Abasi cried… just kidding. Your other mates were there—Joe, Beast, and Harvard.”

Grunt gave him a chin lift.

“The wedding was on the roof of Annabelle’s building, but you probably know that.”

Again, the head incline. Harris took that as agreement. “Honeymoon was a bit weird. Everybody else left, and Noah and Annabelle stayed home for two weeks. Annabelle has agoraphobia, which means there was no chance she’d honeymoon at the beach, so my brothers and I put up posters for her. We got them from a travel agent. Did you know they still have travel agents in this day and age? I thought everybody booked stuff on the internet because that’s what I do. Guess old people want to talk to a person behind a desk.” He stared at Grunt, trying to figure out his age. He couldn’t tell. “Are you pre-internet or post-internet?”

A low rumbling came from the giant.

“I’ll go with post.” Harris sauntered over to the bench platform and sat at the other end from Grunt. “My mum’s train should have been here by now, but it broke down. She’s stuck in the middle of nowhere between here and Scotland and says they’re bringing in buses for the rest of the trip. Who knows how long that will take. She’s a lawyer and was going to represent me. Instead, I had one of the Benson Security ones. They’re okay, but not as good as my mum. Have the cops talked to you yet?”

Grunt shook his head once.

“Are you going to answer them if they do? Because, seriously, my man, they expect actual words in the interview room. Just saying.”

Grunt just stared at him.

“Anyway,” Harris said. “What’s the deal with this commander guy? I thought Benson Security worked with the

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