Chapter 6: Chapter 6

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“Coffee? Tea?” Caleb asked after letting Brax into the house.

“Coffee sounds good.” Brax followed Caleb into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. “I presume everything is working the way it should.”

“It is,” Caleb replied. “As well as, if not better, than what you installed at the business.”

“Good. So what am I going after next?”

Caleb ignored his question until the coffee was made and poured, much to Brax’s frustration. He didn’t get an answer until they had settled in Caleb’s home-office. At that point, Caleb opened his newly installed safe to hand Brax a slim folder.

Brax opened it, and frowned. “What’s going on?”

“This is a different sort of job. Our client isn’t interested in art.”

Arching an eyebrow, Brax read the description of what the person did want, then whistled low at the accompanying photos. “Are you shitting me? We don’t do this kind of work.”