Caleb and Alexander strolled into Roderic’s study, where he sat behind the desk, stopping his work when they joined him.
“What’s up?” Caleb asked.
“It’s tonight,” he informed them.
Alexander stood up taller, showing his impressive height, “You’re sure?”
“As sure as I can be without being in on the planning,” Roderic answered. “According to Brody’s contacts, tonight’s the night. The kid may be a little hyper, but we can’t fault his street contacts, they seem to have a high percentage of accuracy.”
“Why the hell didn’t the bugger call me?” Caleb demanded. “You’re dealing with enough.”
“Said that he tried, but it kept going to voice mail.” Roderic’s temper tried to surface.
Caleb swore, pulling out his phone, “Shit, it’s dead, good thing I was with Alexander when Catherine called.”
Roderic ignored the cell phone issue, and itemized his actions. “I told Brody to watch the club, and keep us informed if, or when, anything happens. I have also contacted several of the others. They’ll meet you in the alley across from the club. They’ll wait for you to give the word.”
“Sounds good,” Caleb nodded, looking at Alexander, who was very quiet. “What’s going through that head of yours, man?”
“Why?” Alexander stated, “It makes no sense. Who would attack the club, and why now? It’s been neutral territory for a long time.”
“I wish I had an answer for you, but sometimes trouble makers are just stupid,” Caleb suggested.
“I know you’re right, but of all the clubs in town that could be hit, hitting mine is senseless,” Alexander growled; “we’re known for our security measures.”
Caleb shrugged. “Regardless, there’s an attack coming. My crew will wait outside for your signal. Just do us a favour, keep Lorella on a short leash. The last time she was involved in one of our battles, she just about killed me. Her blood lust is too extreme,” Caleb complained. “I have no clue why you keep her around. She’s certifiable.”
Alexander’s smile wasn’t comforting, “Let’s just say she makes things interesting. Just warn McNamara, if I see him within 100 feet of her, I’ll take him out, understand?”
“No worry there, Brody learned his lesson the last time. Besides, he still maintains she never told him that you two were reconciled again.”
Alexander growled, remembering Brody and Lorella making out on his office couch, “I don’t care. Nobody poaches on my territory. I’ll see you at the club.”
Caleb looked up at the ceiling, stopping himself from rubbing his eyes.
“Any change? Is Marcus any better?” he questioned Roderic. A shake of Roderic’s head told Caleb everything he didn’t want to know.
“Sorry Caleb, he’s not getting any better. Rhiannon’s trying something different right now, but if it doesn’t work, then you know what we’re going to have to do.”
Caleb nodded his agreement, “I know. I’d like to let them live their lives without our interference, but saving Marcus’ life is more important.”