He sat down, no longer joking, as he observed me. “What did he say?”
“Nothing of importance. I told him he had 24hrs to release Cami, or I’d enact the code.”
He sucked in a breath, but a pleased expression came over him. “Well done. I bet he didn’t take that well.”
“No, not at all.”
Sax chuckled, leaning back. “Any other updates?”
“If you mean if I’ve discovered if my dead father is still dead, the answer is no.”
“What are you thinking?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. The things he told Loren… not many people would be privy to that detailed or secretive information. But… we both saw him. I just can’t fathom it. Not until I have the proof back.”
“So, are you sending the bones out?”
“Yes. I already had them sent over to the lab. It could take a few weeks to get anything back, though.”
“Why do they make it look so fast on TV?”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “It’s TV, Sax. Seeley Booth doesn’t exist in real life, nor does Temperance.”
A loud chuckle left him as he bent over, slapping his knee. “I knew it!” He pointed at me, and my face reddened. The lack of sleep had caused me to slip.
“I may have caught a few episodes on reruns. Don’t read into it. Now, I spoke with our friend, and so far, no visual, but they’re confident there will be soon.”
“Good. I think I found something on the little watchdog’s brother. I’m going to check it out today, and I’ll let you know what I find. Are you still going to ask Loren?”
“Yeah. I need to speak with Jude too. Can you send him this way?”
“Are you going to tell Loren about Cami?”
“I’m hoping I won’t have to, but if it goes bad tomorrow, I will.”
He nodded, getting up from his seat. I read through some emails, finding a few about the fight expo this summer, and I forwarded them to Luca. Clicking on the cameras, I checked in on my cousin in the holding cells, but he was asleep and not entertaining. I would need to deal with him soon, but everything kept piling up, and I put off the things that weren’t as important. And Joel wasn’t at the moment.
A knock at the door had me looking up to find a nervous Jude standing there. “Come in.” I motioned for him to sit in the chair across from me. He did, a little nervous, but kept his head up, and I respected that about him.
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Mast—I mean Mr. Mascro?”
“You can call me Atticus, Jude.” He nodded, and I sat back, steepling my fingers together on the armrests. “I wanted to talk to you about Imogen.”
“Okay, what about her?”
“It hasn’t slipped my notice that the two of you spend a lot of time together.”
“Yeah, um, we’re friends.”
“Only friends?” I lifted a brow in question, waiting him out.
“Yes.” He nodded again, swallowing.
“Perhaps I didn’t ask that question correctly. Do you only want to be friends?”
Jude held my gaze, not wavering. “I think that’s a conversation that Imogen and I should have first with all due respect, sir.”
I stared, trying hard not to smile. The little shit had balls. Maybe I was being unreasonable. I couldn’t keep Imogen locked up forever, and if she was going to be with someone, I would want them to be a good person. There was no doubt that Jude was. He’d lived a hard life but had risen above his circumstances and hadn’t fallen into the traps of the streets. Sitting up, I leaned on the desk.