Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“We’re keeping it on a need-to-know basis.”
That should reassure me, but it doesn’t. Not really. I trust Dillon implicitly. He’d never put her at risk if he could help it. But the cops I don’t know? Dallas PD, the DEA, and FBI? That’s a different story. I don’t know them. Never met them. As far as I’m concerned, that makes anything they know about her a risk to her safety. They could talk, could accept a bribe…there are a thousand ways this ends with her location in the wrong hands, and I don’t like any of them.
But there’s not a lot I can do about it, either. Dillon had to bring in federal agents and Dallas PD to take the Sons of Loki and her uncle down. And he had to tell them what he knew. He couldn’t very well hide her involvement when she’s the one responsible for their downfall.
I hope they fucking choke to death on that knowledge.
“We’ve got her, Keegan,” Giant murmurs. “You know we won’t let anyone get close to her.”
I jerk my chin in a nod, inhaling a calming breath. It doesn’t really help, though. The longer this drags on, the more unsettled I grow. I want it over with. I want to be able to tell her that she’s free and they’ll never come for her again. The next time she sees those motherfuckers, I want it to be when she’s on the witness stand, telling a jury of their peers every vile, monstrous thing they’ve done.
“What do you have for me on the other?” I ask.
Dillon nods at Easton, who runs a hand through his hair.
“It took some explaining,” he says, “but I convinced the owner of the junkyard not to press charges when I towed the car back to him. The dick never even realized it was missing, but was all offended it had been stolen. He calmed down once I explained the situation and offered him the cash.”
“What about everything else?”
“The old lady’s daughter reported the license plate stolen a while ago. I talked to a detective in Albuquerque. He agreed to drop it once I let him know the situation, said he’d let the old lady know it had been recovered and keep the details to himself.”
I exhale a deep breath, relieved.
“As for everything else on the list of shit she stole…” Easton grimaces. “She’s free and clear on it. Most of the stores never even filed reports about the thefts. Jude dropped cash in the mail to repay them.”
“Anonymous?” I confirm.
Easton lifts his chin in a nod. “We figured it was better that way. They’ve been made whole, and we kept her name out of it.” He expels a short, chagrined laugh. “Gotta say, I’ve never met anyone who kept a goddamn list of everything they stole and from where.”
“Yeah, well, she’s not just anyone. Did anyone track down the old doctor who delivered Lily?”
“Yep,” Dillon says. “Finn found him. Gregory Valdova. He lives in Jemez Springs, New Mexico. Had a private practice in Sante Fe before he retired ten years ago. He and his wife raise horses now.” He shuffles through papers on his desk before sliding one across to me. “This is his address and phone number. Jude tried to cut him a check, but he refused it, just wanted to know if she and the baby were all right.”
“I’ll take care of it.” I glance at the info scrawled on the paper before shoving it in my pocket. Landry will want to thank them as soon as it’s safe for her to do it. In the meantime, I’ll drop a check in the mail to them. I can’t make them cash it, but I owe them anyway. They took care of my girls when I couldn’t. That isn’t something I’ll ever forget.
“Any idea when they’re going to raid?” I ask Dillon.
He and Easton share another look, clearly hesitant.
“Just tell me,” I sigh.
“The plan was to wait until the auction was confirmed to ensure they were able to scoop up all the players and free the girls. But since her uncle filed that report, they may know the club is under surveillance.” Dillon mutters a soft curse. “They’re trying to decide if they need to go ahead and raid or if they can risk waiting it out.”
“Either way, it won’t be much longer,” Easton says. “A few more days at most.”
A few days. Christ. Just a few more days until my girls are safe. I can’t fucking wait to deliver the news to Landry…for her to know once and for all that they’ll never come for her again.
Chapter Twelve
Landry
I’m a nervous wreck by the time Elodie, Samara, and I arrive at the courthouse. I’m actually marrying Keegan today. He’ll be my husband. We’ll be a real family.
It feels like a fairytale. One I’m not supposed to be living.