“What about the rest of us?” Grayson asked.
“I think we should stake out Bricker and Stein’s office,” Bellamy commented.
I blinked, frowning his way. “Why?”
Bellamy crossed his arms over his massive chest, the t-shirt he wore pulling tight over the muscles. “I have a bad feeling that he’s hiding something.”
“We haven’t spoken with his boss yet,” Marv commented. “And I doubt he’s used to dealing with situations like this.”
Bellamy shook his head. “I didn’t like the way he treated Harlow.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I know he’s probably stressed and—”
“It’s not that,” Grayson interrupted as he looked to Bellamy. “He acts like that with most women.”
“So he’s misogynistic.” I shrugged. “What does that have to do with the case?”
“Maybe nothing,” Bellamy conceded. “But I’d still like to keep my eye on him. It couldn’t hurt. If I don’t find anything, then I don’t find anything, but if I do…” He let the sentence trail off.
Marv nodded. “Okay, Grayson and I will go with you.” He turned to Knix. “We’ll call you if we find anything.”
“Be careful,” Knix warned. “We don’t want to offend anyone at Bricker and Stein, especially not if we still need their cooperation in helping to find Jenna.”
“Will do,” Grayson agreed readily.
Knix turned to Texas. “I’d suggest you take a laptop with you when you watch for Ollison.”
Texas scoffed. “As if I would be caught dead without one.” Texas looked my way and winked. “Of course, Spider-Monkey is more interesting to me than any amount of code.”
“Wow,” I commented dryly. “How did I ever resist you?”
Texas jumped off the bed and stretched up on his toes, the hem of his shirt lifting to reveal a stretch of skin that drew my eye. “Don’t know, Princess,” he said. “I honestly don’t know.”