Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I picked up my phone and called Sunny, who would do whatever he needed to do on his end next.
“Natalie Dean, thirty-four, retired Army sniper. Lives in Colorado Springs, has two kids, and a very, very nice house for someone that works at a convenience store and has no husband to help,” I said the moment he answered.
“Good work,” Sunny said. “You found her a lot faster than I expected you to, seeing as Folsom has been looking for about the same amount of months as you’ve had days.”
I was highly fucking motivated.
I wanted her to come home.
“What now?” I asked. “How do we pin this on her?”
“With the information you’ve sent me, as well as the information I’ve been able to dig up on my own, I’ll call a buddy in the FBI and pull a favor. Without exposing Folsom’s name to the world and announcing her location—since I assume that you’re bringing her home after this—he’s going to have to find a way to do this with the last hit she took,” he explained. “But with the information Folsom was able to provide off the dark web, we at least have a starting point.”
“That we do,” I groaned. “I’m heading out to the circus.”
Instead of packing up these last few days, I’d spent my every waking moment trying to find this person because I felt like I was doing them a disservice by allowing them to stay with the circus.
The ride to Alabama would take me four hours. Plus, I’d be gone for the next week.
Which was why I drove from my office to Aodhan’s place before I left.
I found him outside working on a car, his hands and wrists covered in grease, and his eyes on me as I pulled up.
“Kobe Sano,” he drawled as I got off my bike. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
I put the stand down on my bike and got off of it, my eyes on the engine of the car he was working on.
“I need to tell you something,” I admitted. “And I hope that I’m not stepping on toes when I do it.”
Aodhan leaned against the car, and I moved my gaze from the engine to his face.
“What is it?” he asked.
I blew out a breath.
“I found Folsom.”
Aodhan blinked, his eyes going from curious to angry in a matter of seconds.
“So where the fuck did she disappear to without a word?” he asked coldly.
I licked my lips and tried to control my automatic reaction—anger—at him for his words and the silent accusation in his tone.
“I’m going to tell you a story,” I said. “Once upon a time, there was this girl trying to help her friend…”
By the time I was finished telling Aodhan everything, his eyes had gone from cold to horrified in a matter of seconds.
“She left because she didn’t want to put us in danger,” he guessed.
Correctly, might I add?
“Yes,” I answered. “That, and she was scared. She’d done nothing but run for the last ten years, trying to find a way to keep her daughter out of some sick fuck’s hands.”
“He called a hit out on her,” he shook his head. “And you said that you found the latest hit man?”
I nodded. “I did. She, hopefully, is getting investigated as we speak.”
“She will be,” he crossed his arms over his chest, uncaring that he was smearing grease all over his chest and white t-shirt. He sounded certain, so much so that I knew that I’d found another person to protect Folsom and JP if I needed him to. “I’ll talk to Morr.”
I nodded. “Folsom loves Morr. I know that it’s been killing her…and I plan on bringing her home once we know that this psycho chick is under control and can’t come and kill her.”
Aodhan grinned. “Morr’s been in the shittiest of moods. I think that I’ll call her right now and tell her about her friend.”
I smiled. “Just be careful until then to not speak her name in public. The first hit man found her here, which was why she left in the first place.”
“The first hit man.” He shook his head. “I can’t fuckin’ believe that.”
I couldn’t either.
“She dispatched them all on her own,” I said. “Until this one. This one was smart. Has almost zero life on the internet, making it nearly impossible for Folsom to track her that way. I had to find her the old-fashioned way.”
Aodhan nodded his head gravely. “I’ll talk to her. We’ll be careful.”
“Good,” I headed back to my bike. “I’m heading to her now.”
“Where is she?” Aodhan asked.
“The beach,” I answered. “I’ll talk to you when I can.”
Then I was on my bike and heading toward the circus.
I didn’t tell them that I was on my way.
Had I, I would’ve found them a hell of a lot sooner than I did.