Chapter Fifteen
“ W e have a name,” Gray stated as soon as Minho appeared. “And a possible age.”
“How?” Minho stood behind Gray, watching him pull up information on the monitors in front of him. Different screen shots appeared on the screen until one appeared above them all. “He does look like Maxim.”
“His name is Max. Named him after himself, the narcissistic bastard.”
“Age?”
“We don’t have that information exactly but going from this picture I’d say around twenty.”
“How did you get this?”
Gray turned in his chair, glanced at Key who nodded and pressed several buttons. “Locking this place down so this doesn’t get out.”
Minho inhaled swiftly. “Who provided this information?”
“We don’t know.” Key rubbed a hand over his face. “We’ve been trying to track whoever it is down. It was here when I came in earlier, so they have access to our offices.”
“Which means we have someone here who knows more than they’re telling.”
“What information has this person given Maxim?”
Gray hardened his jaw and shook his head. “Unknown at this point.”
“That’s not good but why tell us about his son? What does he gain from giving us this information? Locations, numbers, weapons. That would have been more beneficial to us.”
“Agreed.” Gray looked at Key who shrugged. “We don’t know.”
Minho nodded once. “What has he provided?”
“Name, photographs. One of them looks to have been taken near your mate’s place of work.” Key handed Minho the photo. “To me that suggests they do know about Peter and are watching him, so it’s a good thing we put those extra cameras up.”
“Peter described the man who told him to be careful as young. Could this Max have warned Peter?”
“Maybe the apple fell far away from the tree.” Gray moved back in front of the computer. “We can run what we have and get an approximate height, weight, etcetera, but if he did warn Peter, then he could be our way in. We just need to find him and speak to him.”
“If he goes to Peter’s workplace then we could wait for him. I’ll have to go through all the CCTV to see if I can figure out how often he goes.” Key ran a hand over his face. “Could he be meeting someone…?”
“We have a name, face, and possible age for Maxim’s son. He’s been confirmed and from what we can tell he may have warned Peter. Again, could he be our way in?” Minho looked at the photograph. “There has to be a reason why he keeps going there.”
“We’ll find it then exploit it, and before you say anything, yes, I know he’s a kid, but he’s Maxim’s son. He could be our way to end all of this. We have to use him if we can.”
“Agreed.” Not that he liked it, but Minho understood why they had to do it. “I’ll show this to Peter. Maybe he’ll recognize him.”
“Let us know.” Gray continued to check his monitors as Minho left, ‘porting into their bedroom.
Their bedroom. For many years he never believed he’d say that, yet now he did. It had been worth the wait. Not the pain Peter and the boys had gone through. Minho wouldn’t have wanted them to experience that, would have spared them if he could, but he couldn’t. He’d waited for his mate and now he finally had him.
Leaving the printout on their bed, Minho went downstairs and entered the kitchen to find Peter and Rex sitting at the table, the pizza boxes open in front of them. I have something to show you. Later when we’re alone. Peter arched an eyebrow. That as well.
What is it?
A picture of the man I think warned you. It’s in the bedroom.
Nodding, Peter asked, “All good?”
“Just some questions. Security stuff. Things I could have done when I was next in, but Gray wanted them dealt with now.”
“Eat some pizza before Rex inhales it all.”
“I can’t help if I’m hungry,” Rex grumbled as he shoved more pizza in his mouth.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
Minho grinned when Rex rolled his eyes then stood. Swallowing, he patted his belly, then burped. “That hit the spot.”
“Rex…” Peter shook his head. “I’m sure I taught you some manners when you were younger.”
“You did, but I was hungry, and Minho knows what us men are like.” Rex’s eyes widened. “Do vampires burp and fart?” Before Minho could process the question, Rex burst out laughing and ran out of the room. Even Minho winced when he heard Rex pounding up the stairs.
“I do enjoy this thing called fatherhood.”
Peter grunted then shoved more pizza in his mouth. Once he’d finished, he asked, “Is there anything I need to know?”
“No. He warned you when he could have harmed you. That makes me wonder if he believes the same as Maxim.”
“He had the perfect opportunity to kill me.” Peter exhaled. “We upgrade security. Until something happens we carry on as normal.” Wiping his fingers on a paper towel, Peter murmured, “I think I would like to be in charge tonight. Can you be quiet?”
Minho grinned. “I can be silent if I need to be and I love nothing better than you being in charge. I love you, Peter.”
“I can feel you do. I wasn’t expecting you Minho, but now that I have you, I’m not letting you go. I love you, too.”
“Let’s clean up then you can show me how much you love me.”
Grinning, Peter kissed Minho, causing him to catch him breath. “Nah. Take us upstairs now. This can wait until later.”
Minho kissed Peter back, their tongues dancing together. “Much later.”