Tag nodded. “We’ll be on the lookout for Biondo. I’ll have someone monitoring the CCTV cams around the restaurant and this building. Luckily you have security cams here. I’m talking to Adam about bringing in…god, what’s it up to now? Miles-Dean, Weston, and Murdoch Investigation. Couldn’t they find a better name? They sound like a bunch of lawyers. I suggested Wolverine Investigations. Or The Angry Badger. See, both of those say ‘I’m going to find your missing person or someone will get torn apart by claws.’ The other says ‘we’re a bunch of brogrammers in suits.’”

“Brogrammers?” Sometimes he didn’t understand Tag’s language.

“It’s what Adam is. It’s worse than a nerd because he talks about computers a lot and yet also reminds me of a fraternity asswipe. Still, he knows what he’s doing and his facial recognition software is brilliant. If that man shows up on camera, we’ll catch him,” Tag promised.

An assassin was in town. Dallas was a big place, but still, his instincts told him something bad was coming. “I want work-ups on all the power players involved in this case. It’s federal, but Maia Brighton probably knows something.”

Maia Brighton was Dallas’s duly elected district attorney. She was also a pain in Big Tag’s ass. A devoted sex addict, she was one of the smartest, most ruthless women Remy had ever met. If anyone could get them information, it was her. The problem was her intelligence wasn’t free.

Tag groaned. “I just got rid of her. You can’t buy her info for money, man. She’ll want something sexual, and all my brothers are whiny losers who can’t give it up because they’re married and said vows and shit. And this new generation? You would think they’re a bunch of shrinking violet virgins. Ask them to fuck for information and you get a lecture on something about how their bodies make choices.”

“Boss, aren’t you the one who walked in here all self-righteous about the possibility of me hopping in Lisa’s bed to protect her?”

Tag stood up. “Did I? You must be mistaken because that totally doesn’t sound like me. I’ll get back to you about those reports. Have her at Top this afternoon. I’m sure Lincoln will be more than thrilled to have some help. Especially from Lisa.” He walked to the door. “And Remy, try to remember that plans can change. What you think you want and need, those things can change, and very quickly.”

“I don’t understand. Are you talking about the job?”