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“Good to meet you.”
“Same. Welcome to Royal.”
I jerked my chin at him and answered Bristol’s call. “Don’t freak out, she’s good.” Her husband Beck greeted.
“What happened?”
“A miracle. Mikey Charles Beckett has arrived. Both he and mom are doing great.”
“That’s fantastic, Beck. Congratulations.”
There was so much pride in his voice. “Thank you. He’s perfect.”
“Bristol’s really okay?”
“Yeah, she wanted me to make some calls because she’s exhausted. Appreciate it if you don’t come until tomorrow. She needs her rest.”
“Of course. Tell her I said congrats.”
“Will do.”
I almost hung up, but he called my name. “What’s up?”
“Paris didn’t answer, and I didn’t want to tell her in a text. Can you let her know?”
“Yeah, she told me she was shutting notifications off on her phone because she had a ton of work to do today, but when I get home, I’ll share the good news.”
“Thanks.”
Paris and I were a couple now, so I guess that meant I included her in my plans. “We’ll come by tomorrow around lunch if that works for you.” And damn, it felt good.
“See ya then.”
Wow. Bristol was a mother. That was so great to hear. It seems like it was nothing but grief lately, so the good news couldn’t have come at a better time.
I got back to work, and barely five minutes later, Q and Brody walked into my office, and I did not like the looks on their faces. “What happened? Tell me.”
“The old lady across the hall was coming in from a walk when an older model gold station wagon almost hit her. When she jumped out of the way, she broke her hip and couldn’t move, so she wasn’t able to tell the police that she saw Paris being thrown into the back of the car until someone found her nearly two hours later.”
I shot to my feet, but they blocked me from getting out. “Beau’s already got a BOLO, and we’re on it.”
“Move.”
Q pointed at my chair. “I need you to look at this and tell me if you recognize this guy.”
He pulled up a video on my computer, and a video appeared from a traffic cam, then he paused it and zoomed in on the driver.
Motherfucker. “Gordon Wilson.” I shoved Q out of the way and accessed the file I’d saved with all his information, then memorized his address. “He delivered food to Paris and tried to follow her inside, told her she didn’t need to be scared because he wasn’t going to rape her. I looked into him, but what I found on the surface was nothing more than a lonely guy who lived alone. No record, not so much as a parking ticket. He even donates to a battered women’s shelter, so I fucking stopped digging.”
“I would have too,” Q rationalized.
“Stay here, trace his cell, and let me know if he’s not at home. I already checked, and he didn’t have cameras, but maybe a neighbor does.” I told Q what I knew he’d do regardless, and he hustled out of my office. “Tell your brother to back off.” I pointed at Brody.
He shook his head. “He won’t.”
“Make him.” I jogged down the hall, noting activity in the conference room. There was a still shot of Gordon’s and Paris’s picture on screens on the wall, the one next to it filled with particulars, along with Q and a few men gathered around a computer with stern expressions. I didn’t allow myself to feel the relief in knowing they had my back because I didn’t want anything to affect my focus.
I reached my Jeep and slammed the door at the same time Brody settled in next to me. “Invitation only,” I said as I reached under my seat and pulled out my gun.
