Dalton glanced over at his sister-in-law. Was it his imagination, or had her stomach nearly doubled in size since the night of her dinner party?
“I remember him, as well,” Jace said. “He was all-star even in middle school. He could throw a football farther than any quarterback I knew. I’m surprised he didn’t make pro. I heard he got a full ride to some university in South Carolina.”
“He did but turned it down.”
Jace raised a brow. “Why?”
“He got his girlfriend pregnant.” Dalton chuckled softly. “I’m sure you know how that works.”
Shana spoke up rather quickly and said, “We need to let Marcel know what’s going on.” Dalton was convinced she’d spoken so quickly to diffuse her husband’s wrath. In other words, to give Jace time to reconsider kicking his ass.
“I agree we need to let Marcel know,” Caden chimed in.
“And Bruce, as well. There might be a connection with that computer and the one Brandy used,” Shana tacked on.
“That’s what I was thinking,” Jace said, pacing again. “Certainly sounds like it.”
Dalton thought it amusing that when Jace began pacing, Shana stopped, and when Shana stopped, Jace would begin. How could two people be so in tune with each other? That was weird. But hadn’t he and Jules been in tune with each other those days and nights in Miami and last night, as well? Even now, the sounds of their moans and groans mingled together in his mind to make perfect harmony. And the way their bodies were so in sync when they made love. The rhythm was majestically perfect.
He hadn’t left her bed until almost six this morning and had rushed through traffic to get here and shower before his brothers arrived. The last thing he needed was for them to get in his business, especially when it concerned Jules.
He jumped when a finger was snapped in front of his face. “What did you do that for?” Jace, Shana and Caden were staring at him like he was some oddity.
“Hate to interrupt your daydreaming, but Shana was asking you a question,” Jace said. “She called out to you several times.”
Dalton’s brows pinched together. Had she? So what if he had been daydreaming? He was allowed to do so every once in a while. “Sorry, Shana, what did you want to know?”
“Is it possible for Bruce and Marcel to talk with Percy Johnson today? They will want to know exactly which computer he was working on. Knowing Marcel, he’ll want to investigate with as few people knowing as possible, like the last time. He’ll only inform those at Granger he feels he can trust.”
“Good idea, and I suggest they talk to Percy away from the office, especially since we don’t know who else might be involved,” Dalton said. He then looked over at Jace. “How well do you know John Castor?”
Jace shrugged. “I don’t know him any better than you do. He’s been working for the company close to twelve years. He’s married. Two kids in high school.”
“So he was hired after Dad left,” Caden said, as if thinking out loud to himself.
“Yes. And he did come to Shana’s dinner party,” Dalton said. “I saw him there.”
Shana nodded. “I’ll find out everything I can about him,” she said. “As well as everyone who works in his department. That information will be available to you within forty-eight hours, if not sooner.”
Jace nodded and glanced around at everyone in the room. “What’s going on at Granger is pretty serious, but we still need to meet with Carson on Friday to discuss how to proceed in getting Dad’s verdict overturned. And the only way we can do that is to hire someone to find the real killer.”
Dalton took a sip of his coffee and said nothing. Little did they know that Jules was already working on it. He couldn’t wait to see their reactions once they found out what she’d been doing in her spare time.
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