“Thank you, sir. But the thanks isn’t required. I’ve known Everett for a few years now. Knowing you guys are going through this breaks my heart,” Colton said.
“Well, know you have our sincerest thanks as well as a favor for in the future should you need it,” my father said.
“So, what’s the part you’re not done with?” Cash asked. My eyes connected heavily with Colton’s as a grin slid across his cheeks.
“Apparently, one of my old friends from back in my Los Angeles days has been dancing a fine little waltz with Cinder Block Enhancements,” he said.
“You’ve got someone on the inside,” I said, grinning.
“Hell yeah, I do. Excuse my language, sir,” Colton said.
“You’re fine. That type of reveal deserves a hell yeah,” my father said with a grin.
“What does this insider man of yours say?” Cash asked.
“That this company is actively trying to take out the competition,” Colton said.
“Wait, so he knows this for sure? Can he prove it?” I asked.
“We’re working on it. But it’s a slow process. Getting the kind of paperwork and recordings one would need to prove something like this takes stealth and time. But, he’s working on it,” Colton said.
“We have to go to the police once we have that information,” I said.
“Once we have it, yes. But until then, all we can do is keep our heads down. Because if this is really as serious as your friend paints it to be, then people like these stop at nothing to take out the competition. Which means we’re in danger,” my father said.
No. Not said.
Growled.
“We’ll handle it from here,” my father said.
“Well, I’ll still have my insider man reporting to me, so if anything comes up that I feel could be of use to you guys, I’ll pass it on, sir,” Colton said.
“Thank you for your time and all that you’ve done for us. Boys, you coming?” my father asked.
I shot Cash an odd look before we both slid from the booth. My father removed his wallet and tossed some money down onto the table before I looked back at Colton. He watched us curiously, clearly just as confused about my father’s reaction as we were. Cash and I walked outside with him and escorted him to his car, and it wasn’t until he opened his door that he turned and spoke to both of us.
“Not a word to anyone, you hear me?” he asked.
“Dad, what's going on?” Cash asked.
“Promise me, boys.”
“We promise. Now what’s going on?” I asked.
“We’re going to handle this the way it needs to be handled. And unless Colton wants to get together and talk again, I don’t want to hear anot
her word about this,” my father said.
“You’re acting strange, Dad. I don’t like it,” I said.
“Keep your heads down until I can figure this out,” my father said.
Then he dipped into his car and drove off into the night.
“What the fuck just happened?” Cash asked.
“I don’t know,” I said as I squinted my eyes.