Bruno and Howard flanking him. Bruno had a goofy look on his face. Howard had a towel around his neck, hands wrapped around the ends of it. The pose made his muscles look even larger and more menacing. “You wanted to see me,” Whittaker said, his composure even although she could sense the annoyance beneath the seeming calm. “She wants to tell you she and Bradford are an item, boss,” Bruno said, earning an elbow from Howard and a rebuke. “Shut your mouth, you baboon.” Whittaker arched a brow. “Is that true, Dr. Carrera?” “Frank Lambert died several hours ago.” “Since you found out his name, I guess you can notify his family,” Whittaker replied with a careless shrug. Liliana continued, but beside her Jesse’s body tensed with anger. She covered his hand with hers, and Whittaker’s gaze flickered down for a moment, then returned to her face.
