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“I’m sending through police information about Sam Kidd. Read it and make of it what you will.”

“Yes, sir.” I hang up, watching Blade move to her bed and lift her pillow, sniffing it. “Fuck me.”

He throws me a glare, pissed off that I’m ruining this for him. Dropping it, he pushes past me. “I want to find out who sold her the Oxycodone that almost killed her.”

Meaning, I’ll need to track her movements through cameras over the last few days. The doctors confirmed the pills she bought were laced with fentanyl. She took very little, but them being cut so heavily is what caused her prolonged stay in the hospital.

I’m not opposed to killing someone if they deserve it. I certainly don’t enjoy it like Blade does, but I’m about to smash his head through a fucking window, and I couldn’t care less if he died.

“Can you back the fuck up?” I shout.

He groans against my ear. “Why are you taking your sweet ass time? Find them.”

“I am! Back. Off.”

He shoves my head forward, heavy steps carrying him out of the room.

We rented a small cabin just outside of LA, and for the last two hours, I’ve been juggling finding who sold Alexa pills and where Sam Kidd is hiding. The reports Dad sent through stated Kidd was spotted at a 7-Eleven near San Francisco. I’ve been doing relative searches to see if he has family in the area and keeping an eye on it. I don’t believe he’s stupid enough to visit the same place twice, and if someone were helping him hide, he wouldn’t expose himself unless he were desperate.

After another hour of watching Alexa move to her usual spots of Flo’s coffee shop, the bookstore, the grocery store, and other places for Lakely’s wedding, I’m a little stumped. The only difference in her usual routine was Lakely’s wedding.

Taking my phone, I dial the number and put it on speaker while watching Rome train in his backyard, in the rain, with no shirt on. While I’m thoroughly enjoying the flex of his back muscles and thighs, I don’t like that he’s going to get sick. I’ve texted him eight times to tell him to stop. He blocked my number on the second, so I unblocked it and texted again. He’s ignoring me, leaving me on read. I don’t fucking like it.

“Hello?” She greets hesitantly.

“It’s Rain.”

“Oh,” Lakely sighs, relieved. “I don’t like answering numbers I don’t know.”

“So why did you answer?”

“Had a feeling.”

“I always knew you were a witch.”

I adjust myself when Rome lifts his middle finger to the camera and disappears inside.

“Have you seen Lex?” I ask.

“I’m, um…I’m with her right now. She’s eating, so that’s good.”

I can tell by the strain in her voice she’s been crying. “The pills she bought. Do you know who they were from?”

“I’ve already prodded, but she won’t tell me. While I’m hesitant to allow you to speak to the woman whose heart you tore out, you might get more information out of her than me.”

Talking to Alexa is going to go one of two ways: it’ll hurt her more, or she’ll be happy to hear from me. But I need the name, and I need it now. “Ask her if it’s okay first.”

I hear the phone rustle and what sounds like a door open. “Hey, Lex,” Lakely calls softly.

“Don’t do that, Lake,” Alexa sighs. “Don’t treat me differently. You know I hate it.”

“Fine, bitch.”

“Much better,” Alexa’s sweet, soft laugh tears at my heart.

I care about her, to the extent I want to see a genuine smile on her face and know she’s living her best life.

“I have Rain on the phone. Do you want to talk to him?” Lakely asks.