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That made no sense. “What do you mean?”
“The address turns up on another street. The place is unfindable.”
“Can you show me Dean’s files?”
“Not yet, no.”
“Give me the general location of the club.”
“Huntington Beach.”
“What street?”
“Off the Pacific Coast Highway, 21101.”
“I’ll check it out.”
He sighed heavily. “I don’t need your help. I need you to tell your brother to call me.”
It was annoying to have another person wanting access to Cameron through me.
“First, I need everything you have.”
He drew his mouth back in a snarl. “As if.”
“Fine, I’ll find out more myself.”
I read the sadness in Chad’s eyes, and for the first time since meeting him I realized I’d taken his pain for anger.
“I’m sorry about Dean,” I said gently. “I’ll do what I can to get you the answers you need.”
His expression softened. “Just don’t go there alone. To that club.”
“Why?”
“People connected to that place are turning up dead.”
I wanted to encourage him to keep digging, but from the photos I’d seen, all roads led back to Cameron.
“I probably wouldn’t be able to get in.” I needed to get back to my desk.
Whatever possessed me to believe Chad’s accusations, I couldn’t say. Perhaps I just wanted to resolve this mess before it reached my brother.
The club’s door featured an elaborate, intricate knocker. The arched entryway to that secret place piqued my interest. I had to know where Greyson and his friends were spending time together. If I knew that, it would shed more light into what kind of man Greyson was.
That kind of motivation fired me up.
I gave a nod of acknowledgment that I’d heard what he had to say, and I would give it all serious consideration. Then I left the breakroom, that sugary scent stuck in my nostrils, accompanying the sense of dread I felt that this puny guy was investigating my brother.
I’d dig around myself for more information, then warn my brother.
Staying at Pulse360 felt more important than ever. This was the reason I needed to eradicate the guilt.
Back at my desk, I uploaded the address he’d given me into Google images, and felt a rush of excitement when I saw the image zero in. The location overlooked the beach.
The rest of the day dragged on; mostly, I delved into HR training videos and tried not to die from boredom.
The conversation with Chad continued to bother me. Perhaps if I found out more about his friend Dean, I’d be able to soothe his grief.
