Hot Pepper Charlotte
He exhaled slowly, expression calm.
Then a faint smile curved his lips.
"Mad dog," he murmured under his breath.
"Let's see how you bite now."
He was already aware of the Valemont West Police Station's operation.
A few days earlier, after crossing paths with one way Deaf and One way Blind, Julian D'Aurelius had remembered something from the original trajectory of this world. Those two cousins were rotten to the bone. For money, they would gamble with their lives without hesitation.
Men like that never worked alone.
The moment he recognized them in the hotel lobby, laughing too loudly, too confidently, he had someone quietly begin digging into the newly renamed Bear Hotel.
The result had come faster than expected.
After uncovering the clues, Julian hadn't exposed them directly. Instead, he wrapped everything up neatly—like a beautifully decorated gift box—and tossed the hot potato straight into Bear's hands.
And Bear?
He accepted it with a grin.
