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Richter nods. “That’s where it says he’s going.” He sits back and runs a finger over his mustache. “He registered the craft with the FAA, but that doesn’t mean he’s not forging his location. Or he knows someone who can delete flight logs.”
“Smart.” I shuffle through the papers, move on to the still images taken around town. Dakota opening the Corner Store. Wyatt down at the rodeo grounds. “He’d be on the security cameras.”
Richter studies me. “They don’t get every nook and cranny in this town. You know that.”
I do.
I also know what Dakota told me.
Aiden plays the long game.
If he can wait a year into a relationship to lay hands on his girlfriend, then he sure as hell can lie low in Resurrection.
“You have enough to get this guy arrested?” Richter asks after a long sip of cold coffee.
“Unfortunately, no.”
“We could open a case down in DC, but you know how that’ll go.”
It’ll go right into the trash.
There’s no police report. No photographs of her bruises. Nothing other than Dakota’s word against King’s. Certainly nothing that will have the cops in DC wanting to take the lead from a small town.
I glance at the files spread across the desk. An unofficial case file Richter’s opened for me. It’s been three weeks since Dakota sprung the name Aiden King on me. Since then, Richter and I have worked tirelessly to dig up anything we can on him.
Other than going missing for forty-eight hours on the weekends, it’s all we have on him. He’s up to something. What that is, fuck if I know.
I could fly to DC, put a bullet in his goddamn head, and end it, but I don’t want to leave Dakota alone. Don’t want to risk us crossing paths. Besides, it’d be a deadly mistake that could cost me everything. Dakota. Our future. The thought of getting caught is enough to make me play it safe. Play it smart.
At least until King sets foot on my turf.
Richter rubs his chin and waits. “Should you be messing with this guy, Montgomery?”
I glance at the blown-up photo of Aiden King pulled from the website of his equities management firm. Arms crossed, he leans back against a brick wall. Pretty-boy attractive with rough stubble and a sharp jawline. Smug fuck. It makes me want to put my fist through his face again and again.
“Yes,” I growl. “I should be.”
“Personal’s dangerous.”
“It is.”
“I don’t want trouble touching my town, Davis.”
“It won’t.”I’ll get him before then.
“Davis.” Buzz Topper hovers over us.
“What?” I bark.
“You want to drop the tail on Dakota McGraw?” he asks.
It makes my stomach churn to ease up on Dakota’s safety.
Crossing my arms, I glance out the window to The Corner Store. Dakota’s new Jeep shines in the parking lot. She’s twenty feet away, and her nearness is intoxicating. She’s the center of my gravity and every second I’m apart from her, I feel like I’m falling off the face of the earth.
As irritating as he is, I consider Topper’s question. She has the tracker, and she’s barely out of my sight. Maybe it’s enough. Still, it has me anxious to think of taking eyes off her, especially now that I know King’s pulling the disappearing act every other weekend. I also can’t underestimate Dakota’s stubbornness. She won’t let me keep her under lock and key forever. Plus, that baby’s coming soon. Our life won’t know what hit it.
Because that’s what this is. Our life.
