Harold's POV
Lucas wasn't one to make hollow claims. When he mentioned having dirt on someone hassling Phoebe, he wasn't bluffing.
My face hardened even more, my jaw tightening.
"Don't bother," I said curtly. "It's probably nothing critical."
If Lucas was still in the mood to suggest drinks, whatever he had couldn't be that pressing.
Brennan gave a quick nod. "Understood."
"You're joining me tonight," I continued. "Get Alan and Ross on the line too."
"Will do," Brennan responded, then hesitated. "What about Charlies? He threw a tantrum for days after we excluded him last time."
My eyes rolled with irritation. "The guy's a lightweight—two shots and he's done for. Bringing him along just means finding him a new spot to crash."
Brennan laughed and nodded. "Fair point. Though with Malcolm back, at least we won't be stuck babysitting."
"Then bring him along too," I decided.
"Perfect!" Brennan grinned.
