She shrugs. “I guess. I want this over and done with.”
“If you don’t want to answer any more questions, make sure you tell them that. If you need me, phone me. I’ll be outside by my motorcycle, waiting.”
“Okay,” she answers and follows Parker.
As I’m walking outside, every muscle is tense. I pace by my motorcycle. How quickly a day can go to shit! My mind is scattered. I want to be in that interview room with her, and I also want to know what the hell is going on within my MC. The door opens, and Parker strides toward me.
“Do you know who has been giving her husband this information?” I snap.
I trust my men with my life, so I’m struggling to even consider that one of them has done this.
His eyes bug out, then he turns, looking from left to right, as if checking no one heard. “Keep your voice down,” he mutters.
I crack my neck from side to side. “Tell me who it was.”
My ice-cold voice lets out a warning. If he doesn’t tell me, there’s going to be consequences. One of my brothers wouldn’t dare go against me... or the club... after everything we have been through... it makes no sense.
“Her husband forwarded the email to us. It came from your generic War Brothers MC email address.”
I yank my phone from my pocket and call Twitch.
“Hey,” he answers.
“Someone has accessed the computer room and emailed Ava’s husband. I need to know who it was.”
I glance back at Parker. “When was the email sent?”
“Yesterday.”
It happened when we were away. That lowers the potential candidates.
“They accessed it yesterday.” I need to find out who the traitor is because I find it difficult to believe it was Twitch or Rage. Video surveillance covers the outside of the room near the doorway.
“Ah, yeah sure. I’ll get onto it now,” he responds.
“I want it by the time I get home.”
I clench my phone as I give my attention back to Parker. “How would anyone track her husband’s email address?”
“Him and her parents have put up posters and have had her disappearance splashed all over the media in her town.”
This time, I pull up Bomber’s name on my phone and bring it to my ear. As soon as he answers it, I say, “I need you in the computer room with Twitch.”
“I’m going there now.”
“Someone accessed the computer yesterday and contacted Ava’s husband, putting her at risk, so check the emails first to tell you the exact time the email was sent and cross reference it with the video surveillance to see who was on the computer at that time. I need you to go through itwith Twitch.”
“On it.”
Ava walks out toward us from the entrance. I search her face, but her expression is passive so I can’t tell how it went. I lean down, pull out her helmet, and hold it out in front of me with an outstretched hand. When she reaches us, she takes it from me.
“I have to go back to work,” Parker says. “If I hear anything else, I will call you.”
I gaze at Ava, who slips on her helmet. “We have to go home. I’ll take you for a longer ride around town another time.” My jaw clenches.
That’s if she stays.
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