Carrick looked deeply into Hermes' eyes, and nodded once. "It will be dealt with," he said shortly. The family of Hermes' former Mistress clearly had no idea of the consequences of trying to spy on a former member of the Krypteia.
"Stay in the house tomorrow night," he ordered. "Don't go to the slave quarters, for any reason."
He'd have the three slaves dragged from their beds just before dawn, at a time when they would be at their most groggy, and therefore vulnerable. He - and Anubis - would make short work of getting to the truth.
His hands moved slowly up and down Hermes' bare back in a soothing caress.