“Clean this kitchen to my standards, and no matter what time I get home, I’ll get you both off.”
“Yes, sir,” Mason said.
“I’ll clean the kitchen so well, you won’t even recognize it,” Jack said.
Gray kissed Jack, then Mason, lingering with each of them until his lips tingled and they were all even hornier than they’d been before. When he forced himself to step away, he said, “I’ll see you both later.”
At least now he’d have something to look forward to. He just hoped he wouldn’t be attending to his lovers at dawn. He’d wanted to get a good night’s sleep before their wedding.
When Gray arrived at the warehouse, K-9 officers were working their way through the main floor as well as the loft. The latter was a tricky operation since they had to take one step at a time due to poor condition of the floorboards.
“Look at this,” one of them called.
“What is it?” Thornton asked.
“It looks like someone’s been sleeping up here. There are blankets, a pillow, a water bottle, and some clothes.”
“But no drugs?”
The man shook his head.
“Okay, keep looking.”
“If someone’s been staying here, they’ll likely have information on this operation,” Gray said.
“They’re not likely to be back.”
Thornton was probably right, but… “Maybe that’s who I saw the other night, after the cat jumped me.”
“Maybe.”
“So they haven’t found anything yet?”
Thornton shook his head. “No.”
“And no sign of Williams or anything to connect him?”
“Not yet, but we have one of the men who delivered the goods to the shelter.”
“What’s he saying?” Gray asked.
“That he had no idea what was inside the containers.”
Gray sighed. His instincts told him the man was telling the truth. “So we’ve got nothing.”
“We’ve got a case that needs solving yesterday.”
“Yes, we do have that. Have we questioned anyone else at the shelter?”
Thornton nodded. “The director, the night supervisor, and some of the other staff.”
“What about the people staying there?”
“Officers are working on it.”
“And Williams?”
“Apparently he tried out a new hotel, then went home to his wife at about four a.m.”