“Yes.”Shit. I forgot about Nelson.“Well, sort of. They’re not affiliated with any religious groups from what I’ve gathered.”
Shayne handed me a mug, then wisely moved out of myway. “Then who are they affiliated with?” she asked while I dropped a pod into the machine.
“They’re an anti-militia group mostly.”
“Lovely,” Lanie voiced what I was thinking.
“That makes no sense,” Noah spoke up. “Why would they give a damn about a company making prosthetic limbs? No offense, Finn.”
“None taken.” He moved to my side, grabbing his own mug from the cabinet.
“They don’t.”
“Nelson, dude.” Koen shook his head. “You’re giving me whiplash.”
“Sorry, sorry.” He held up his hands. “Let me explain. Sons of Adam was started by a guy named Cain Lewis after he was medically discharged from the Army.”
“Let me guess,” Duncan interrupted, “Cain lost a limb in battle?”
“You got it in one.” Nelson grinned. “He later accused the military, and by default, the government, of purposefully sending him into a hot zone in order to kill him.”
“It must be nice to live in a land of delusions,” Shayne scoffed.
“What does any of that have to do with me?” Finn asked, taking a sip from his cup.
“After going through an extensive background check, which included a psychiatric evaluation, Cain Lewis was turned down as a potential candidate to receive a prosthetic limb from none other than Lachlan Industries.”
“Well, shit. That’s a damn good motive.”
I had to agree with our resident profiler. “Indeed it is, Noah.”
“Where is Lewis now?”
All heads turned to Nelson at Lanie’s question.
He swallowed thickly, keeping his eyes on the floor as he mumbled, “Shadow’s Edge.”
“Fuck.” My headache just became a massive migraine.
“Oh, this is gonna be fun.” Shayne laughed. “Please let me come with you.”
“What am I missing here?” Finn cocked his head in my direction.
“My ex lives in Shadow’s Edge,” I shrugged, trying to appear more casual about the newest clusterfuck than I felt.
“Her ex, as in the chief of police in Shadow’s Edge.”
“You’re a shit-stirrer, Shayne.” I scowled. The urge to stick my tongue out at her was riding me harder than Finn had last night.
“So…road trip?”
“Not for you, Detective Black.”
“Killjoy.”
“Not for you either, Special Agent Mitchell.” Duncan earned the right side of my bad attitude with that statement. But before I had the chance to tell him all the ways he was wrong, he cut me to the quick by making perfectly good sense.Damn him.“You’re too close to the situation. I’ll take Keaton with me.”
“Tell Mac we said hi.” Someone needed to get control of Shayne before she stuck her foot in her mouth. “Don’t worry, Finn. I’m sure you would’ve won the dick measuring contest.”
