Chapter 38 Asset Protection

***Gideon***

The door is closed.

That alone should tell me this isn’t a normal lunch.

Max sits across from me, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, holding his sandwich like he doesn’t trust it. The PI’s voice crackles through the speakerphone between us, the line secure, encrypted, paranoid in a way I usually respect.

I take a bite.

Chew.

Stop.

I stare down at the sandwich in my hand like it personally