“And you are?” I ask and tilt my head to the side, letting him know his little tactic didn’t work.
“Jay Hoover.” He holds out his hand for me to shake, and I look down at it, then look back to Zane, dismissing him. Asshole move, but something about this guy gives me the wrong vibes.
Zane is trying to cover a smile by rubbing his top lip. “We good?” I ask. I need to get out of here; I don’t like that his partner got out of the car.
“How am I supposed to explain where the tip came from?”
I shrug and jerk the folder from his hand. “I’ll find someone else.” I pull my door open, and Zane reaches out, grabbing my arm. I look at him and then look pointedly at his hand until he drops it.
“Wait a minute. I didn’t say I wouldn’t.”
His partner snorts. “You going to do dirty work for the Poletti
