The silent remark I got back in his look was one that basically told me that I can’t stop him from talking.

Just watch me, asshole.

“Certainly.” Ashton gets a little more serious in his reply. “So, there are some things that I won’t be able to tell you because they are covered under privacy of the case I’m working, and I’m sure you all understand that.” We nod in unison. “When I am talking about that part, I will just generalize to keep connecting the dots for you.” Ashton leans down to his bag at his feet and pulls out his laptop which obviously has his notes on it.

“Harper, I will send a brief to you and to the two security teams of the basic information you need.” I am glad he is including me in my life.

“Twelve months ago, we started following several high-powered mafia men in Chicago who were threatening a client of ours. It was at first just a business issue, but then it became personal when he wouldn’t give in to their intimidation.” He looks around to make sure we are all still following him.

“When we started to dig into these guys, of course we found so much corruption that it’ll take a while to sift through to see what’s worth using and what’s just not worth fighting about, because it’s either not as important or there is no way you can win. My company is good, but we aren’t miracle workers. Cleaning up the dark parts of any city takes more than one team, if you know what I mean. You protect your client and walk away from the rest. Or pass it on to the feds and let them deal with it.” Ashton types in his passwords and then uses facial recognition on his phone to open his two-factor authorization. You can see he takes security seriously.

“It’s the same here,” Rem agrees with him. “When you touch something that may involve you, it’s just go in and extract the information you need, and then get the fuck out. We aren’t the authorities.”

“Exactly,” Ashton replies.

The more they are talking, I start to see that I have no idea what our security team does, and I don’t think I want to know.