Jade went to the front passenger seat, and Zellman took the seat behind her, right next to Angeline. I saw him reach for her hand right before he shut the door.

As their taillights lit up, Cross put his arm around my shoulder. “You need to call your brother.”

And, well… fuck.

Chapter Fifty-Six

CROSS

This girl.

I loved this girl, and she was asleep, the bedsheet across her thigh, and I just wanted to hold her.

All day long.

Every night.

Every day.

Forever.

I was going to marry this girl.

My girl.

Mine.

One day.

Until then, I just pulled her into my arms and held her.

All. Night. Long.

Chapter Fifty-Seven

BREN

“You want a coffee?”

His name was Detective Brennan. That was the name on the card he gave me the night before, and that’s who I asked for when I came to the station. It took longer than I thought to get here. Cross showed me how much he enjoyed when I wore my ripped jeans.

The detective had come out almost right away, but he looked harried. He showed me to a back room, indicated I could have a seat and was now at the door, waiting my response to his question.

“Uh. Sure.”

He nodded. “Cream? Sugar?”

“Both.”

He left and I pulled my phone out, sending a text to Channing.

Me: I’m here.

Channing: At his desk?

Me: A room.

I waited, expecting a quick response. My brother was usually good about that unless he was in the middle of something with Heather or his job. When it took a little bit, I was starting to get nervous.

Channing: Keep your phone on, just in case.

Alarm spiked.

Me: What?

Channing: Call me without him knowing and keep this line open. If I don’t like what I’m hearing, I’m calling him.

At that moment, the door opened and Detective Brennan came in, two Styrofoam cups in hand. “Here you go.” He placed mine on the table and motioned to my phone with his elbow. “You’ll need to put that away.”

He wasn’t taking it away. That was something.

I slipped it off the table, but not before hitting the call button and placed it on the top of my bag, out of view of his gaze. I was hoping my brother was just being extra cautious, but I’d been in another police station when there’d been others plotting to go against my crew. One never knew how careful was too careful.

“Okay.” He had a file tucked under his arm and he grabbed it, opening it on the table. He took a picture from the top and turned it around, sliding it in front of me. “You know who that is?”

I looked. It was a woman.