Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“You’re right.”
Wyatt sat up, and I could tell by his expression that something was wrong, but I had no idea what had him so rattled. After several seconds, he stood and said, “I’ve gotta go.”
“What? Right now?” I glanced over at the clock as I told him, “It’s after midnight.”
“I know.” He rushed down the hall towards his room as he explained, “There’s something I need to look into.”
“Now?” I got up from the sofa and followed him down the hall as I asked, “Is something wrong?”
“I can’t get into it.”
“So, it has something to do with the club?”
When he didn’t respond, I knew I had my answer.
I knew better than to ask any more questions. Club business was never discussed with anyone other than the brothers, so I left it alone and started changing back into my clothes. I’d just put back on my jeans and was about to take off Wyatt’s t-shirt when he said, “Keep it.”
He stepped over to me and lowered his mouth to mine. The second our lips connected, my entire body came alive. Needing more, I lifted my hand up to his face, urging him closer as his tongue delved deeper into my mouth. The bristles of his beard were rough against my palm, but his lips were soft and warm, luring me in for more. His touch was tender and sweet, sending a wave of heat rushing over me. I was just about to get swept away when he withdrew his mouth and rested his forehead to mine. “I’ve gotta go.”
Doing my best to hide my disappointment, I nodded and finished gathering my things. A blink later, we were out the door, and my date with Wyatt was over. Damn. That was not how I thought it would play out, but things rarely ever go the way I think they will.
CHAPTER 10
Bones
I hated to cut our date short, especially after such an amazing night, but I didn’t have a choice. Elsie’s comments about the movie started me thinking about the unknown still out there lurking in the shadows. I knew in my gut there was something or someone waiting to be found, and my mind wouldn’t rest until I found it.
When we got to the clubhouse, I walked Elsie down to her room, and after one last kiss goodnight, I made my way to the computer room. I grabbed the files in question and got to work. I started with Jack Bivens, the owner of the first camera we’d found. Big and Cotton both knew Jack. Hell, everyone in town knew him. He was a retired pharmacist and owned just over six acres of property, all monitored through security cameras.
I ran a full background check on Jack, checking for anything that might be considered a red flag. Big and I had already been through all this before. We’d dotted all the i’s and crossed all the t’s, but this time, I wasn’t letting a personal connection to the club or community deter me from digging deeper.
I checked his full history, along with each member of his family, but found nothing. So, I moved on to Porter Davis, an industrial electrician who lived in a small cabin out by Olympic Park. He didn’t have much land or anything else for that matter, but his name was in the file.
One hour had rolled into the next and I was beyond exhausted, but I kept at it. I was determined to find something—anything. I was so lost in my research that I didn’t even notice that Big had walked in. He stepped over to my desk and peered over my shoulder as he asked, “What’s all this?”
“I’m just looking into a few things.”
“Jack Bivens?” Big picked up his file and sifted through it. “Why are you looking into him?”
“I’m looking into them all.” I ran my hand over my face, trying to wake myself up. “I think you were onto something with the cameras, so I’m double-checking a few things.”
“But we all know Jack. He and his family have been here since I was a kid.” Big’s eyes narrowed. “Why would you waste your time with him?”
“’Cause it’s always the ones with some shady background that no one thought to check out.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, brother?”
“We gotta just assume that everyone is guilty... including the people we’ve known for years.”
“So, what exactly are you looking for?”
“I’m not sure.” I leaned back in my chair as I told him, “Maybe one of them has spent some time in the pen or has a tie to the military.”
“O-kay.” He sat down at the table across from me, then studied me for a moment. “How long have you been at this?”
“Since about midnight.”
“That’s what I figured. You need to get your ass up and go get in the fucking bed.”