Page 95 of Chasing Honor

“I’m in,” Blake told us. “You were right, Lenox. Buck Sully for the win.”

I moved the items in the box around and wondered why Honor had never opened it. There were pictures of her with both her mom and dad. A scrap of fabric, baby shoes, a lock of hair taped to a piece of paper. It was a box of keepsakes from Honor’s youth. The only thing out of place were two flash drives. I fished them out of the bottom and turned to Blake, just as she was turning the screen of her laptop in our direction.

“Back up of the pictures of the congressman with the women.”

“Here, check these.” I handed her the drives.

Nothing we’d found was going to lead us to where Honor was. However we did have enough to nail the son of a bitch. But none of that mattered if we didn’t find her before Frank hurt her.

Fuck.

Where are you Honor? Where would you hide the videos?

“There’s not enough eye bleach to erase what I just saw,” my Aunt Blake complained. “Guess we now know what videos he’s after.”

I turned toward the screen and watched in horror as Harris’s pasty white ass drilled into a redheaded woman.

“That’s not Katie.” Jasper said holding up a picture of Honor and her mother. “She had light brown hair.”

“I don’t think she knew about the videos,” I said.

“If she did know, she was leading him away from the house to protect Lily, because there are a bunch more videos on these memory sticks,” Blake told me.

I looked at my dad, his arms were crossed across his chest, and when I looked at my uncles, they were mirroring his stance, they all had matching scowls. What the hell were we missing?

“Everything comes full circle. The beginning is often the end.” I contemplated Honor’s words again.

“Does that mean something to you?” Levi asked.

“No. But I feel like it should.”

“She said she knew the first day she saw you,” my dad reminded me.

“First day, the beginning, full circle. Where did you meet her?” Clark asked.

“The park off Gambler by the West End Motel,” I answered.

“Would she take him to a park or the motel she was staying in?” my dad asked.

Neither made sense if you were hiding videos. A room would be cleaned, there would be no good hiding places. And a park? That made even less sense, but if Honor was trying to send me a message—the park was the answer.

“Detective Wild and Lorenz will come with me to the West End Motel. What room was she staying in?” Captain Rolland asked.

“Three hundred,” I answered.

“We’ll head there now. You head to the park. I don’t think I have to remind you there are—”

“You don’t,” I cut Captain Rolland off. “I promise to use my best judgment, but I can’t promise I won’t protect my woman at all cost.”

Captain Rolland sighed long and hard before turning to Lorenz. “Change of plans. You go with Ethan. I’ll take Wild with me. Don’t let him get his ass in a sling. Necessary force only.”

“Copy that,” Lorenz replied.

“Let’s head out,” my dad said, and my uncles followed.

“I love you, Mama. I’m sorry you were caught up in all this.”

“Don’t start. I’m fine. Go get Honor and bring her home to us.”