“It’s safer for you if other people don’t know you have security with you. It’ll make it easier for us to catch them if they don’t know who we are,” Riley explained. “Ohhh, okay. But I can tell Staff, right?” “Do you trust him?” Nick asked through clenched teeth. The vein in his forehead looked a little throbby. Griffin placed a hand over his heart. “I trust him with my dry cleaning,” he whispered earnestly. “Maybe let’s keep this between us for now,” Riley suggested. “If you think that’s best,” Griffin agreed. He frowned. “You don’t think my dry cleaning is in danger, do you?”
