The noise had just again been drowned out when I heard, “Yo.”

I looked to Georgia’s office door to see her standing in it.

She was looking down the hall.

“Did I hear Dad out here?” she asked the hall.

“Yes,” I answered, and she looked at me. “He took off with Gill.”

“Come in here,” she ordered and didn’t wait, she walked into her office.

I sighed and followed.

I shut the door behind me and wandered to the chairs in front of her desk.

She was already seating herself behind it.

I made a point that I didn’t intend to stay long by standing at the back of a chair and putting my hand on it.

She didn’t seem to care about my point. She was preoccupied, shuffling papers around on her desk like she was looking for something at the same time talking to me.

“A quick brief,” she started. “Our supply is exceeding our demand. I knew it would but our boys have gone without so long, they’re itching to turn product. It’s far too soon for us to challenge Valenzuela territory so Tommy suggested expanding outside Valenzuela’s influence, namely some turf that’s weakly protected in Fort Collins and Greeley. Tommy’s taking off tomorrow with Miguel to look into that.”

“And what did Dad say about all this?” I queried.

My back straightened when she replied nonchalantly, “I haven’t told him yet.”

She had to be joking.

“What?” I asked.

She glanced at me then back to whatever she was looking for on her desk as she repeated, “I haven’t told him.”

“But, Georgie—”

“You’re not going to tell him either.”

“Georgia—”

All of a sudden, she locked her eyes to mine. “You’re not. And you’re gonna quit fucking around and make a date with that fucking Culver guy.”

“What?” It was a whisper this time as I felt a chill snake down my back.

Dad and Georgia mentioning Dustin when neither of them spoke to Mom so neither of them should know?

What was going on?

She didn’t answer my question. She released my gaze and went back to whatever she was doing at her desk, but again she did this talking.

“Gill hasn’t found David. This is frustrating. With all that’s happening here, we need him so I called him home. I’ve contracted with Raid Miller to find him. You’ll deal with cash for Raid. I already gave him half, but you know the drill. He’ll want the other half on delivery. You know his fees. Raid doesn’t fuck around so we’ll have David soon. Arrange for the cash to be in my safe as soon as possible. As he works this, I’ll communicate with Miller.”

“I always work with Raid.”

She again gave me her eyes. “This time, I’m working with him. Now, Dad and I discussed it and we want you full-time doing David’s job. I’ll deal with some of the stuff you do. Tommy’s going to take over the boys.”

I stared at her, wanting to believe this was a boon, considering David’s job was entirely legitimate. That was, it was legitimate outside me using some things to launder money, none of which David was “officially” in the know about so he could “officially” deny it and keep our money safe should something happen to any of us. This was in order for us to have that money when we got out of whatever jam we found ourselves in or to use it to fight our way out of that jam.

This now was a joke considering David stole a great deal of it, but it was supposed to be a financial safeguard should we need someone to cover our assets, as it were.

His job wasn’t exactly exciting but there was much to say about the fact that doing it couldn’t land me in prison.

Not to mention, I hated my job and not only because it could land me in prison.

I also hated the warehouse.

David’s small but swank office in DTC, his assistant and his part-time bookkeeper were tons better than the warehouse.

But there were a lot of changes happening with little to no discussion. Dad was not in the know about some of them which made me extremely uneasy. And Georgia could get in her head, get focused and be abrupt or vague because of it. But her manner now was demanding and dismissive, the former she could be, of a sort. The latter, rarely.

And last, I took care of the boys and my doing it was the only reason they’d stuck by us so long. I never discussed Tommy with them but I had concerns about them respecting him enough to take orders from him. But at the very least, there should be a transition so I could build that if it wasn’t there.

“Your reward for finding David’s bullshit,” Georgia went on. “Now, like you always wanted it, you’re clean. We’ll do monthly meetings but you stay clean. Dad feels, and I agree, that we’ve learned from this that the person who does David’s job should be in the family. That’s you.”

“I…” I shook my head then quickly nodded it. “Okay, Georgia. But—”

I got no further.

“Clear what you need to clear from your office and we’ll make a meeting for you to go over whatever you have to go over with me,” she ordered. “But I want you officially out of the warehouse by next Friday.”

I nodded again. “Right, but I think we should talk about transitioning—”

“And make a date with Culver,” she spoke over me, obviously in conclusion because her attention went back to her desk and her body language stated she’d dismissed me.