Page 68 of Jonny’s Redemption

“What about his car?” Jameson asked. “GPS?”

“Nope. He drives an old Chevy pickup,” Micky answered then her gaze sliced to Jonny and her lips twitched. “At this point, I think it’s time you let me off my leash.”

“What’s that mean?”

All the guys looked at Jonny and I couldn’t get a read but it almost looked as if they were sheepish. Which was totally weird.

“It means she wants to hack their electronic devices and turn them into surveillance cameras,” Nixon answered.

“And you haven’t done that yet?”

Nixon frowned at Jonny’s question which I thought was a good one. Poor Anderson Bull had been gone two months, what were they waiting for?

“We’ll forget the part where me doing that is highly illegal and if I’m caught I might see the inside of a jail cell for a lot longer than I would for my normal illegal activity. Turning their cameras on is invasive.”

“But you’ve done it before,” Jonny stated.

Micky didn’t bother confirming. Instead, she went on to say, “This is where we decide what’s more important, finding Anderson or finding evidence to turn over to the police. Whatever we get cannot be used. After we review the recordings they’re destroyed for my protection and the sake of privacy.”

Jonny glanced around the room and obviously noticed they were waiting for him to answer, so he did.

“Do it. Finding Anderson is the most important thing.”

Micky nodded and stood.

“I’ll start now. We leave tomorrow for Nashville so I’ll start with Jarrod Clifford. If we don’t get anything from him I’ll do Dick when we get back.” Micky stopped and scrunched her nose. “Ew. That sounded gross. I won’t be doing Dick, no one wants to do Dick. As a matter of fact, I’m seriously hoping Clifford bears fruit because the last thing I want to listen to is Dick—”

“You’re killing me, McKenna,” Nix grouched.

“She’s not wrong. You weren’t there when we had to sit through Reggie Coleman boinking Deloris Marshall,” Holden said. “Thankfully, Reggie was a two-pump chump but the fact remains doggie-style couch sex was ruined for a long time.”

That didn’t sound pleasant and I knew Weston agreed with me when he made a gagging sound.

“Brother, you’re lying,” Alec put in. “It didn’t ruin anything for you because you weren’t having any kind of sex back then.”

“You’re right,” Holden mumbled.

“I’m unclear why we’re talking about Holden’s sex life,” Nixon said, sounding unhappy.

“Lack of sex life,” Weston corrected. “And just to say, you all know I get squeamish at other people’s sex sounds so in the event someone needs to listen in, it will not be me.”

There was a cacophony of laughter and I looked over at Jonny. He was not laughing but taking in the men around the room who were. And I hoped with all my heart he saw what I saw—an unshakable brotherhood. Who had each other’s backs no matter what. Who teased and joked and made fun of each other, but it was done in love.

My study of Jonny was cut short when my phone rang. As noted we were leaving for Nashville tomorrow afternoon, and while I had everything planned, last-minute shit always popped up so I couldn’t ignore the call.

I dug through my purse and found my phone and barely contained my groan of annoyance.

Tony.

As in Penny Cash’s ex-wannabe-manager-still-boyfriend, Tony. The guy was on my last nerve four phone calls ago, this was because even though Penny had made it very clear to the kid while they were at the studio she would be seeking proper representation, Tony wasn’t catching the hint he wasn’t in the running for the job. Which meant he called me, a lot, and these calls were not pleasant; they were aggravating. Therefore I’d mentioned them to Penny who was ready to sign on with Evie, but Evie had her on ice, partly because Tony was irritating as shit but mostly because Evie wanted Penny to find a team of people she could trust before Penny made any deals with anyone. I could say Penny was unhappy when I told her Tony was calling asking about the financial aspects of what Evie was offering but that would be a lie. Penny wasn’t unhappy—she was un-freaking-happy.

Why he was calling me again after repeated rebuffs I didn’t know. However, Evie had worked her magic and Penny was performing at the benefit concert, which meant I had to take the call just in case something was wrong.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” I announced and stood to leave while sliding my finger to answer the call.

“Hi, Tony,” I greeted.

“What the fuck, Bobby?”