Channing’s gaze was on me as he answered, “Both.”

Moose went to join Big and Burly. They motioned for him to help himself to the sandwiches, and he started piling his own together.

“Then I have to ask, is your father coming here for his daughter or the Red Demons?”

I leaned back against the wall in my corner, listening, but not speaking up.

A darkness flitted in Channing’s gaze before he blinked, and it was gone. He shifted, turning to Brock. “How about you tell me about the Red Demons? I’ve done some research, but not enough.”

Brock’s eyes flitted closed a second as he began frowning. Then, his eyes still on Channing and he flattened his mouth. “I’d think you could tell us, actually. Heard you have something I’d like back.”

Channing’s eyes darkened. “Sure.” He dug in his pocket and tossed a USB in the air.

Brock caught it, cradling it where he did, and his eyes narrowed at my brother. “Something tells me this isn’t the only copy?”

“Nope.” Channing shook his head. “But can you really stand there and say I don’t have a right to what’s on there?”

Brock’s mouth tightened, but he didn’t answer.

And Channing’s head dipped down. “Let’s go over what you might need to know. Maxwell Raith helped me out with a situation. That’s it. That’s all you need to know. Bren’s not involved with the Red Demons. Neither am I. We’re not involved with our father.” My brother leveled him with a look. “And I’m hoping you’re not suggesting there’s anything more there, because if you were, then that’d be an insult. I wouldn’t want myself or my sister being insulted by you.”

A pregnant pause descended over the group after that.

Big and Burly had been sitting in two of the chairs, sandwiches on their plates. They froze.

Moose’s back was turned to us. He’d been reaching for a slice of cheese. He froze.

Hawk turned back to the group from pouring her coffee, her eyes going to Brock, me, my brother, and back to Brock.

Gramps blustered forward, “No, no, no.” He was waving his hand in the air, big smiles on his face. His voice came out sounding uneasy. “Of course, no disrespect was meant. Brock’s like you, I’m assuming. He’s dogged and thorough, and dedicated to not only doing his job, but also ensuring the safety of all our team members.” His eyes darted in my direction as he finished. His meaning was clear.

But Channing didn’t speak. He was waiting for Brock’s answer.