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Chapter Fifteen
“I’ve got it!” Sarahscreamed as she ran in with her computer. Her dad was missing their meeting but she and everyone else had too much going on to reschedule. Beth and she were discussing what she should wear on her date with War without knowing where they were going or what they were doing. She wanted to look nice but also didn’t want to give him the wrong impression. She lived ninety percent of her time in motorcycle boots, jeans, shirt and jacket. She wasn’t changing for him or any man. She wasn’t the girly girl. Beth loved shopping for clothes, getting her nails done and being pampered sometimes. With her job as surveillance Beth had the perfect excuse for having a huge wardrobe. Remi wasn’t like that. She enjoyed going to the gun range and checking out the latest guns, window shopping at the motorcycle store or stopping at the small bookstore that had recently opened in town.
“You’ve got what?”
Sarah sat down and slid the computer where she and Beth could see. “Vanilla Swirl and I have been working on connections between the client and either the MC, bail bonds, the security company or Kathryn’s Wings. We went back over all our survivors and even checked where they are now. We found a small thread.”
She waited for Sarah to continue. “Are you waiting for a pat on the back? Good job. Now tell me.”
Sarah turned to Beth, giving her a look of what the fuck.
“Remi’s nervous about her date. Cut her some slack. She’s being a little short with everything.”
“Got it. Do you remember survivor number five? We almost didn’t help her.”
Remi glossed over Sarah’s ever-changing nicknames for Scoop and thought about number five. She remembered her all too well. Her story checked out, but something had seemed off the whole time. In fact, they’d been so concerned they hadn’t used any of their safe houses. Sarah had found an Airbnb at Remington’s request and used it until she moved on. She hadn’t wanted to deny anyone, but something had set every sense tingling when she was around her.
“Yes, why?” Beth asked.
“When we checked on her, she seemed off. She wasn’t even remotely close to where we had placed her. Our policies dictate that any movement on their part within the first year needs to be sent to the message board. It’s a safeguard to make sure something hasn’t made them run. Any guesses where she was?”
Remington’s stomach swirled. Why did this feel like she didn’t want to know the answer?
“Where?”
Sarah pointed to the computer. “In Topeka, working at our client’s office. When Butter Pecan checked a couple things, he found paystubs showing she’d worked for his company prior to us relocating her.”
Remington couldn’t figure out what would have had her coming through as a survivor. She’d been through month three because they’d started slow.
“Keep digging. Double check everything we believed about her. I want to know everything about her and why we didn’t catch this when she came to us. That’s a huge hole in our process. Sarah, good catch.”
“You can thank Mint Chocolate Chip. We were both working it, but he was the one that did some fancy maneuvering to get the pay stubs.”
For a little bit, she quit worrying about her date and concentrated on their security issues. She hated puzzles she couldn’t figure out and there were too many open threads. The biggest issue she had was if he wanted them dead before, was he going to try again? They didn’t have enough to have the MC go on lockdown or institute their next security protocol, but she had that itch on the back of her neck telling her to buckle up, something was coming for them. Her phone buzzed with a text. She’d assigned a motorcycle revving to War’s text messages which was an improvement over her previous “I’m a loser” ringtone.
War: Looking forward to tomorrow night. Wear your favorite boots, jeans, and jacket. I’ll be picking you up on my motorcycle if you’re good with that.
Wow! If she didn’t know this was War’s number, she’d assume someone else had taken over his body. Asking if she was good riding on his motorcycle was nice. Getting to wear her favorite clothes helped relax her a little.
Remi: Perfect. What time?
War: 5. I’ll see you then.
