Page 340 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
Since Logan’s expecting me, and since I’m trying to get used to the idea of this house beingourhouse instead of his, I let myself in with the keyless entry. Logan’s office door is closed but I can hear his voice. I knock before opening the door and entering.
Logan’s at his desk with three screens arranged in front of him. Grainy, black and white footage shows on each monitor. I grab one of the guest chairs and pull it around to sit next to him.
“What are we looking at?” I ask.
“External cameras at Blunts’ sister club, Sacrum. Unfortunately, their CCTV system’s a decade out of date and there are no cameras at all inside the club. That’s something I’m remedying. But while I’ve been working there, I’ve notice some ... irregularities. Things that are places they weren’t yesterday. Stuff gets moved around all the time during scenes, of course, but I think it’s more than that. I think someone’s going in and out when the club’s closed. Want to watch some CCTV footage with me?”
For the brother and son who has offered me his family, his home, and is now trying to sneakily draw me into his business without pushing?
“Sure.” I settle into my chair.
“Emmy’s just making tea and coffee. You want something?”
“It’s not the turmeric tea she fed Bren the other morning, is it?”
Logan grunts. “I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s really hot on the anti-something properties of turmeric.”
I chuckle. “Coffee would be great.”
Logan calls through the open door on the other side of his office that leads to the kitchen. “Baby doll, coffee for Mac, please. You know how he takes it?”
Emily’s sweet little face pops around the door. “Hi, Master Mac. Milk, one sugar, right?” At my nod, she gives me a grin that tells me she’s been spending too much time with Bren. “I have really nice oat milk. The brand Cynnie recommends. We’re reducing dairy. Is that okay for you?”
“Sure, sweetie.”
When she disappears, I give Logan a side-eye. “Reducing dairy, huh?”
“She’s killing me,” he grumbles.
“Probably just the opposite.”
“Eh. You try drinking tea with oat milk.”
I pat his back in fake sympathy, although I don’t actually mind oat milk at all.
“I know you’re humoring her just to show me up,” he grouses.
“Absolutely. Let’s see this footage, huh?”
Logan grimaces but taps each screen to start the playback.
An hour later, I take a break when a text from Bren comes in. Even at quadruple speed, which is as fast as we can watch the footage without it all becoming a blur, we’ve got days of footage to watch. No wonder Logan wanted another pair of eyes.
Nicky says you’ve gone to Logan’s. Everything okay, Sir?
I call her instead of responding.
“Hey, girl. How’s the tattooing going?”
“Good, Sir. The line work’s looking good already. She wants to keep going with the shading since she’s handling the pain well. Do you mind?”
“Not at all, girl. Do you want to have a late lunch?”
“I’m cooking!” Emily chirps from where she’s standing at her funny desk with her headset on.
Brenna chuckles. “A late lunch sounds great, Sir. Two-thirty too late?”
“Fine by me. D’you have time to come here? I can bring it to you if not.”
