Ethan and Jason stood in the entryway. The house was immense, silent, and smelled faintly of new carpet and expense.
"Alright, Jason, if you need to set up a perimeter or whatever you professionals do, go for it," Ethan said, stretching, feeling the familiar, lingering soreness from his aggressive session with Brooke. "I, however, need a shower. I feel a bit… sticky."
Jason knew exactly what he meant, and a faint, knowing smile touched his lips. Both men shared a brief, wry chuckle—a silent acknowledgment of the chaos they'd just caused.
"Understood, Boss," Jason replied, stepping away from the professional line he'd just drawn. "I need to sweep the entire property. Inside, outside. Rooms, kitchen, patio, pool, courts. I'll be looking for cameras, hidden microphones, or any sort of electronic bug."
