“Yeah, we’re good.”
And he was off. Seconds later we heard the door slam shut behind him, leaving Tray and I alone.
Tray swore, but moved to his dad’s computer. He was scanning all the papers. Moving to sit beside him, I asked, “What are you thinking?”
“We’ve got accounts. We’ve got locations of warehouses in here. Schedules. Names of their employers. That kid should be working for the FBI,” Tray cursed. He looked scary.
“Hey,” I said softly, moving to sit on his lap. I captured his chin in my hand. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I need to make sure my place isn’t bugged.”
Oh God.
“You think Galverson would do that?”
“No, I don’t. He really does think I’m just some kid who’s only interested in saying ‘fuck you’ to anyone who messes with me. But Jace knows better. Galverson’s gotten lazier in his old age and he’s been listening to my dad. He really believes that I’ll consider working for him. He wouldn’t have offered me a job if he wasn’t pretty damn sure I would take it.”
“This is a bit overwhelming.”
“What do you want, Taryn?” Tray searched my face.
“I want…I want to know what Jace did to me and what he did to Brian and where Grayley is.” It was a lot, but I wanted to know. “And I want him to pay for hurting Brian.”
“And what if he didn’t do anything?”
Silence fell between us as we gazed at each other.
“I don’t think his accident was an accident,” I answered lightly.
“How do you want him to pay? Do you want Galverson to go down with him?”
“Knowing all this stuff, I don’t think I can not do something with it.”
“And if it means that they’ll come after us?”
“Then we have to take them all down.”
“Okay.” Tray kissed me, breathing against my lips. He raked a hand through my hair, holding me firmly in place as he deepened the kiss. “Okay.”
I wrapped my arms around him and sank further against him.
“This is what I do.” Tray pulled back, breathing deeply. “I look at the entire picture and I figure out our avenues at every possible juncture.”
In that moment I remembered Galverson’s words. He’d called Tray a genius and in that moment, I knew it was true. Tray was. But he was also a kid whose parents had been taken away from him. And now, I saw that he wanted this too.
“What do you want?” I asked him, my thumb making a lazy circle against his cheek.
“I want, Tray blinked, “I want it over.”
“Okay.” I kissed him.
“I don’t want Gentley and that Trent guy in on this,” Tray said firmly. “When they bring their information to us, we take it and you promise that we’ll move quickly. But they cannot be there. I
don’t want them a part of this.”
“You don’t trust them?”
“No. I just work better alone. Always have.”