Free [B.S. #2] Bound to Cyn by Dale Cadeau Page B

mind.”
    Angel walked down the hallway and softly opened Cinnamon’s bedroom door. He found her curled up in a ball but sleeping soundly.
    Returning to the kitchen, he watched a somber Chase for a minute. Taking his chair across from him again, Angel told him to spit it out.
    “I know you have a lot on your plate right now, and I would bring it to James if he was here, but I’ve been getting strange phone calls over the last couple of weeks. I thought they were just wrong numbers but they are too frequent now to be that. I was just wondering if this has something to do with the drug lord that was after Avery. We did pull a fast one on him.”
    “Why did you keep quiet? You should have told us as soon as they started.” Angel grabbed his cell and dialed Grant.
    Grant answered in a sleep-filled voice. “I didn’t find anything else from the camera feed. Can’t a guy sleep for more than an hour? I promise I will look over the feed again as soon as it’s light out. Now let me sleep.”
    “Grant, this is Angel. I’m sorry to disturb your beauty sleep, but can you check something out? I think we should jump on this right away and not wait until morning. By the way, did you hear about Laura being in the hospital? Clay is with her right now.”
    Angel could hear Grant climbing out of his bed. “Do you know what happened? I know Clay rushed to the hospital, but thought he’d call if it was serious. Should I go to the hospital and make sure the big guy is all right?”
    “No, Brad’s with him. I need you to hack in on Chase’s phone records. He’s sitting with me at Cinnamon’s right now and just told me that he has been receiving strange hang-up calls. He suspects it might be the drug lord again. We have to make sure. Carlos might have connected the dots and is after Chase for his involvement. After all, Chase’s firm snatched up the property after the Feds were done with it.”
    “Why didn’t he tell me this earlier when I was talking to him? Just let me grab my pants and I’ll boot up the computer and see what I can find. Call you back shortly.”
    Angel looked at Chase. “You are going to have some very pissed off people after your ass for not saying anything. And I don’t want to think what James will say when he comes back.”
    Chase sat up from his slouch in his chair and wrapped both of his hands around his half-empty Scotch glass. “I really didn’t think too much of it at first. But when the calls kept coming, I tried to think of what you guys would do. I tried to keep him on the phone even though there really was no clue to who was on the other end. I even had my tech guys look into it and they couldn’t trace anything. I really didn’t want to bother you or any of the guys with James being gone. I know you guys are carrying his load as well as your own. That’s why I weaseled more from Grant about the club.”
    Taking a moment to take a sip of his scotch, Chase continued. “When I came to the club tonight, it was to try and help. But I don’t mind admitting that I’m starting to get spooked and thought that if anything happened, all you guys could handle it.”
    Angel just gave Chase a disbelieving look. “Chase, man, we are trained for this. You’re not. I know you had fun with us on the last mission, but we had your back then. None of us would let a situation like this go on without seeking the others’ help. Hopefully Grant will have something soon.”
    Angel grabbed the Scotch bottle and his glass off the kitchen table and got up and made his way to the living room couch. Chase followed behind and sunk into a lazy boy chair. “I guess we just wait now. I can stay and monitor the phone for Grant’s call if you want to go and curl up with your woman. It will be light soon, so why don’t you go and get some sleep.”
    “My lady would not be appreciative of my advances right now. So give me time to change out of these leathers and I’ll grab us some blankets.” Angel put the Scotch