“When?”
“Like I said, can’t figure out where or even about what. It’s being kept quiet.”
“Which two is he meeting with?”
“Asher and Cross.”
“One that’s been robbed and one that hasn’t.”
“Like I said, some good information, but I’m not sure what to do with it.”
“I do. Thanks. No need to wait until next month. If something comes up, text me as soon as you learn it. If Cameron is wrapping himself up in this at the same time shipments are going missing, I need to stay on top of what he’s doing.”
“You got it. Talk soon,” he said, before disappearing around a corner.
I waited, the information he gave me bouncing back and forth in my mind. Something was going on, and it felt like the tensions were rising. Drug lords were bad enough to deal with, but pissed off drug lords who were ready to blame someone for millions of dollars in stolen drugs were worse.
I pulled my helmet back on before hitting the bike on and pulling out. I had to get back to the guys and tell them what was going on before I found Regan.
She couldn’t stay alone in that house any longer, and if her dad wasn’t going to keep her safe, I would.
I finally sat back on the couch after talking with everyone. They all knew what was going on, but we couldn’t decide what to do next.
Rook
You alone tonight?
Regan
Harper’s here. Why?
Rook
Just wondering.
Since she wasn’t completely alone, I decided I was still taking the night to sit. I clicked on the TV, trying to not let myself turn on her stupid crime show and failing.
I was getting pathetic now.
As if Regan knew I was still thinking about her, she texted me, asking us to come over for a party.
I showed Aiden, who groaned but nodded.
“We should go,” he said. “If he’s not home and everyone is drinking, we might get into his office. Evie could get into the computer and figure out what’s going on.”
“True.”
And I wanted to see Regan.
Or more like I wanted to sit back and do nothing with Regan next to me.
But Aiden was right. With Cameron on the move with things, we didn’t have time to wait around for the next bit of information to come to us. We had to go looking for it. Nothing was adding up to make sense with Cameron, and as soon as wethought we found the missing piece to make it click together, he would do something else that didn’t make any sense. The shipments, the stolen items, his business, and now meetings with drug lords. We had to figure out how they all came together.
Not only for my own revenge, but this meant his business would be mixing with ours. We worked with these people, and there was no way I could go in blind to any situation when Cameron Fletcher was involved.
Having access to his private office and computer could change that. I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I didn’t know if it was because my world had collided with Cameron’s too much or because of how excited I was to be going to his house to see his daughter tonight.
“I think I’ve lost sight of what the fuck I’m supposed to be doing,” I said, running a hand down my face.
