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The woman on the other end of the line scoffed. “Of course I got something for you. Who do you think I am?” Her playful tone made me smile. “The question is whether you’re going to like what I give you.”
I groaned internally. This wasn’t going to be good. I could feel it.
“Hit me with it.”
“There is something off about this girl,” Bridg started. “The name on her driver’s license is accurate as far as I can tell, but she’s not just a fucking reporter.”
“What do you mean?” I didn’t need more trouble at my doorstep. There was enough shit piled on as it was.
“She’s the adopted daughter of Senator Crowe.”
Well, shit.
“Jaysus.”
Things had just become ten times worse.
Not only was she a reporter, but she was a senator’s daughter as well. A senator who had been on our ass for years and who was responsible for a lot of spilled Irish blood.
“What else can you tell me about her?”
Bridgett sighed. “She graduated from high school at sixteen and college at nineteen. Started her reporting career at the Seattle Times upon graduation, where she was promoted to investigative journalist two years later.”
Bridgett snorted. “Yeah, somebody was greasing her career,” she interjected before continuing. “Umm…let’s see. No other address for her on file except the one on her license, but her car is registered to a Drew Knight, son of—”
“Magnus Knight,” I cursed under my breath as I quietly walked out of the bedroom. I didn’t want to risk waking Bailey. “Fuck.”
“Who’s Magnus Knight?” Bridgett asked curiously.
“Chairman of the House Armed Services Committee.”
Bridg hummed. “That clears things up a bit,” she admitted. “Drew Knight is the CEO and founder of Knightman Security. Private armed forces and security here in Seattle.”
“That’s not good,” I bit out as I made my way toward the elevator.
“Here’s the other thing,” Bridg edged nervously. “According to every news story, Bailey was adopted at the age of three from Seattle Memorial.”
“Okay…” I failed to see where this was going.
“There aren’t any records of her adoption in the system.”
“So?” I shrugged. “That doesn’t mean anything. It could have been a private adoption.”
“That’s possible,” she admitted. “But something just isn’t adding up with that.”
“Then check into it and get back to me.” I hung up the phone without bothering to say goodbye.
Dammit, this day was turning out to be more fucking stressful than I thought it would be. Not only did we have current issues with some of the local MC gangs trying to take our shipments, but now we had Bailey to deal with.
Her father’s the goddamn senator. I hadn’t seen that coming. She wasn’t a socialite like her sister, who was seen day in and day out in the tabloids, sporting some new designer dress on the runway and out with a new beau every week.
Bailey had been kept in the shadows. Hidden.
So then why was her marriage to Drew so important to her father and Magnus Knight? Bailey didn’t even carry the same last name as the senator. Dalia Crowe would have made a better match. I ran a hand through my hair as I stepped off the elevator and into the back hallway of the bar.
Shit was going to hit the fan soon if we didn’t figure out what we were going to do with the minx upstairs.
I knew one thing for certain, though.
