Page 28 of Striker
Atlas nodded. “Good idea.” He dragged his fingers over the touchpad.
“What are you doing?” Rogue asked.
Bringing up a search engine, he typed in Willy Dunne’s name. “Finding out everything I can about Molly’s boss. We don’t have much to go on right now, but Rex was very interested in what Willy was doing.”
“You guys hungry?” Viper asked. “I’m gonna order room service.”
“You just fucking ate,” Rogue said.
“Whaddya mean? The sandwich I grabbed from the convenience store? That thing was small.”
Atlas snorted. “I don’t know how you don’t weigh four hundred pounds.”
“Two-seventy. Not far off.” Viper grinned as he picked up the hotel phone. “Do you want anything?” he asked again.
Atlas’s stomach growled. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
Minutes later, Viper had ordered half the menu.
Atlas read a short biography of Willy, the self-made multimillionaire. The guy was a fucking monster in the export industry. He owned several transportation companies, a cargo company, and even container ships.
Fifty-five years old, unmarried and no children, the man had seemingly put everything into his empire. Atlas shared his findings with the guys.
Viper leaned back in his chair. “Well, you don’t get that rich without doing something questionable along the way. I suppose it’s not surprising Rex would have ties with Willy. Shipment gone wrong?”
“Or maybe Willy wouldn’t carry his drugs,” Rogue offered. His phone rang and he snagged it off the table. “It’s Laine. I’ve gotta say goodnight to Emmy. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Say hi for us,” Atlas said.
Rogue swiped and held the screen up to his face. “Hiya, sugar. How was dance?”
Emmy’s cute little voice came through the speaker as he made his way to the balcony.
“Speaking of family, you should call yours,” Viper said.
Atlas furrowed his brow. “What are you talking about? Why don’t you call your own family?”
His friend quickly lifted his hand in surrender. “I just know your mom’s prolly worried. Paige, too.”
Maybe Atlas was being an ass. Viper knew Atlas’s family well enough and when he’d been in the hospital Viper had witnessed how bent out of shape Paige had been.
He was lucky to have his parents, and his sister, who was a pain in the ass but someone he could rely on.
“I’ll call her after we eat.”
Viper grinned. “I’m sure they’ll be happy.”
Before Atlas could ask why he cared so much, Wraith strolled out of the bedroom, his sandy hair shaken loose. “The fuck you losers doing?”
“Just ordered food for your cranky ass,” Viper said. “You need to eat or go back to bed?”
“I need ta get laid, but I’m guessin’ that ain’t on the table, chum.”
“Don’t know anyone stupid enough to get in bed with you.”
“Ha, ha.” Wraith curled his lip.
“Rub the beauty sleep from your eyes,” Atlas said. “We’ve got work to do.” Fatigue was starting to pull at his eyelids. Hopefully he’d get another burst of energy once he’d eaten. He wanted a plan nailed down before he fell asleep.
