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I toss the envelope in front of him, and it lands on his desk with a thump. His brow shoots up in question as he grabs it and pulls out the photos. He starts flipping through them faster and faster until he tosses them back on the desk.
“Shit. Where did you get these?”
“My front porch.”
Kodiak grabs the photos and starts flipping through them before tossing them back down and shaking his head. “Dude,” he says, drawing the word out. We all know just how bad this could be.
“You got any ideas?” Blaze asks, and I wish I could give him a good answer.
“Not a goddamn clue. And whoever it is, is fucking good because I haven’t noticed anyone hanging around.”
“Boyfriend or husband?” Kodiak asks, echoing my thoughts from earlier.
Blaze looks down at the photos again as he scrubs his hand across his face. “Naw, I don’t think so. If it was, why the fuck would they let you know they were watching you? If this was just about finding their girl, they would have stayed in the shadows.”
I nod, agreeing with him. “You got any idea who it is?”
“Not off the top of my fucking head,” he growls, and I know this is bothering him. He takes the safety of these women seriously - even more so since Emma was in danger.
“We got some enemies from the old days that might be coming for blood,” Kodiak says, and Blaze nods.
“Yeah, I know.”
“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
“Let me have Streak look into it. Just watch your back and maybe you should cool it on the rescues. We can’t risk the girls,” he says, and even though I hate it, I have to agree with him.
“Yeah, I hear ya, boss.”
“Good,” he shoots back, standing, and walking over to me. He shakes my hand and slaps me on the back as we head for the door. “I gotta get going but I’ll let everyone know what’s goin’ on at church later. It’s time for me to meet my grandkids.”
I smirk at the proud smile on his face and hope that we figure out who the hell this is and fast. As I head back out to my bike, I stop and look toward the stairs, wondering if I should just crash here for a little bit. If I’m not going to be going on runs, I’ll be cooped up at the house and that’ll drive me fucking crazy. Sighing, I run a hand through my hair and shake my head before jumping on my bike and heading back to the house that’s more like a jail cell.
Chapter Five
Alison
“Hey, you heard anything yet?” Roy, my co-worker, asks, peeking over the half wall that divides our desks. I sigh and shake my head, tossing my pen down on the desk. I haven’t been able to focus all morning as I wait to hear if the job is mine.
“No, not yet.”
He lets out a heavy sigh, rolling his hazel eyes as he shakes his head. “Listen, everyone here knows that you should get that job, and we’re all pulling for you. I have no idea what Klein is thinking with Chelsea.”
“Oh, I think you know what he’s thinking,” I reply, shooting him a look, and he laughs.
“They really should be more discreet, shouldn’t they?”
Chelsea started off in the mailroom a little over a year ago but she caught Mr. Klein’s eye, and it wasn’t long before she was moving up. Every single person in this office knows exactly what’s going on when she goes in to “get her article approved.” Not to mention that just last month, they weren’t all that quiet in their activities.
I shrug. “He is the boss. What are any of us going to do about it?”
“I miss Mr. Carlyle. He never would have let this shit fly.”
I nod in agreement. Mr. Carlyle was the one that originally hired me but he never had kids so when it came time to retire, he had no one to leave the paper to, and he had to sell. Since Mr. Klein took over two years ago, things have been steadily going downhill. Sadly, this paper is starting to resemble a sinking ship, and it may be time to jump.
“Honestly, I have a feeling that today might be my last.”
“Honey, Carly showed me your article, and I don’t blame you. Being pit against Chelsea, who doesn’t know the difference between their, they’re, and there, would have been enough but then to have to go on those dates? I’m surprised you’re still sitting here.”
