Christ. This was beyond fucked-up.
* * * *
Tuesday morning, I told Loralei that I would be happy to accept the position, and thanked her for the offer. She gave me a hug and immediately launched into her plans and timetable for my taking over the job. There was a hell of a lot to learn, and I was looking forward to the challenge.
After a busy day, my head was spinning, but I knew I had to talk to Rafe. Well, I didn’t have to, but whereas I could do without Rafe and his bullshit in my life, he needed his brother. They were blood, I wasn’t.
I stopped by the police station around six that evening and went straight to his office after verifying he was in. I knocked on the door and he bid me entry.
When I opened the door, Rafe looked up and his eyes widened. “Woody. I’ve been trying to reach you. What—?” He rose out of his seat but I waved him back down.
As I closed the door behind me, I said, “I’m here only to talk about Serge.”