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“I’ve said what I had to say. I can walk away with a clear conscience, at least. You know to be careful, and if I see anything else, I’ll let you know. But I’d rather text you, if that’s okay. Because as much as I’ve been made to feel so darn welcome, I think it’s time for me to go.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Oz states. I look over at him and see him shaking his head.
“Oz,” Salem says softly.
“No, Salem. We don’t know her. We sure as hell can’t trust her. Zig, tell them.”
Zig, who up until now has been trying to dissect Astrid with his eyes, turns to look at Salem.
“Oz is right. She can’t go until we know if she poses a threat or not. Until then, she stays here.”
“What? No.” Astrid jumps to her feet, but Jagger’s hand on her shoulder pushes her back down into the chair.
“Slade, take her keys and search her car before moving it into the garage,” Zig orders.
“You guys are out of your mind,” Astrid snaps.
“Keys.” I hold out my hand to her, but she slaps it away.
“Fuck you. Fuck you all.” She stands and tries to run, but I grab her and spin her so that her back is to my front.
I shove my hand into the front left pocket of her jeans, knowing where her keys are from the outline of them. I pull them out and pass her off to Jagger, who steps around the chair to grab her.
“Watch her, or she’ll run the first chance she gets.”
“Guys, this isn’t right,” Salem complains as I head toward the door.
I hear Astrid struggling, but I ignore it and listen for Zig’s reply in case he changes his mind.
“We won’t hurt her, Salem. But she stays. We won’t take risks when it comes to your safety. We’ve come too close to losing you too many times.”
I head outside, leaving them to it, and whistle when I see the car she drove here. I didn’t pay much attention when we grabbed her or to the keys in my hand. I expected a beater, but apparently not. This girl either has a rich father or a sugar daddy to be driving around in a Porsche Cayenne Turbo GT. Unless, of course, it’s stolen.
I pull out my cell phone and call E.
“Yeah?”
“You run the plate?”
“Doing it now. Give me five, and I’ll call you back.”
He hangs up, and I shove the phone in my pocket and make my way to the back of the car, looking inside. Popping the locks, I open the backdoor and find a bag on the back seat and a couple more in the trunk, including a suitcase and a messenger bag with a laptop. I leave them where they are for now, closing the door and opening the driver’s side, and climb into the front seat. I start her up and pull her around to the garage, which is now open and ready for me to drive right in. I park, getting out as Greg walks over.
“Shit, nice ride.”
“Yeah, not cheap, that’s for sure. She has a bunch of shit in the back that needs checking over.”
“Hawk and Creed should be back in a minute. I’ll fill them in and get them to go through it all. Any electronics?”
“A laptop. There’s probably a cell in there, too, because Jagger didn’t find one when he patted her down.”
“She might not have one.”
I chuckle at that. “Given the car, I highly doubt that. It’s probably a top-of-the-line one in a blinged-out pink case.”
“Wow. You really don’t like this girl much, do you?”
“I don’t know her, and I don’t need to to know she’s trouble.”
