Lilly leans down and whispers in my ear, “He doesn’t quite grasp organization yet, Z.” Her lips twitch. “But I have a feeling he’s going to try hard just to please you.”

I stand and pull Lilly closer, searching her unreadable eyes for some answers. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

She gives me a soft kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be waiting up for you.”

“Everything all right?” Murphy asks after they leave.

I’m still standing in the parking lot, watching the billowing cloud of dust left by her car. “I don’t fucking know.”

Teller rides up, so Murphy and I stay outside to wait for him. “Was that Lilly leaving?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Had enough already?”

I don’t care for the sarcastic edge to his question. “Watch yourself, little brother.”

Because he’s a dick, he grins at the warning. Since I need something from him, I ignore it. “You still talk to your cop buddy, Liam?”

Teller rolls his eyes. “He’s not my buddy.”

I motion for both of them to follow me back inside and into the office.

“What’s on your mind, Z?” Teller asks, dropping into one of the chairs and stretching out his legs.

Maybe Murphy’s worried about an invasion or something, because he remains standing with his back against the door and his arms folded over his chest.

“Your cop buddy’s still with Empire P.D., right?” I ask Teller.

“If I’m buddies with anyone, it’s Bree.” He flashes a cocky smirk. “Much to Liam’s irritation. Why?”

“He patrol any of the courthouses?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know. Why? Liam’s as straight as they come, so if you’re looking to get at someone in custody, he’s not our guy.”

“Right. That’s fine. I’d rather avoid him or anyone else I know.”

“What’s this about?” Murphy asks. “You got a lead on who shot Sway?”

Shit, I haven’t given Sway or anyone else a whole lot of thought since Lilly came clean with me. “No. This is…something else.”

They both stare at me, but I don’t elaborate.

“You close enough to chat up his fiancée?” I ask Teller.

“Bree? If I run into her, sure. I guess. It’d be fuckin’ weird if I called her out of the blue, though.”

“Heidi can do it,” Murphy says.

Teller tips his head back. “Really?”

“Yeah, they’ve been talking weddings and stuff since they met up at the Furious re-opening.”

Teller shrugs. “There you go.” He stands. “You still need me? I’m supposed to meet up with Hustler to go over some numbers.”

“No, go ahead. Thanks, brother.”

Once he’s gone, Murphy takes his place in the chair. “What’s going on, Z?” His gaze bounces around the room. “Something to do with Lilly?”