Nova’s eyes met mine and I kept myself from revealing their parentage. I wasn’t even sure Albie knew yet.
“How?” Liam asked.
“I’ ’ll just take that!”
Desmond took the photo from me, excitement in his eyes, and tossed the apple in the trash. He placed the picture on the flat surface of the granite countertop. The mysterious woman would hopefully give us a clue.
He continued to smile and then moved to the laptop. We all moved out of his way and we were all quiet as he worked. A pin could have hit the floor and the sound would have been heard miles away.
After a moment he stepped back and turned to us. I don’t think I’d breathed since he took the picture from me.
“What, what is it?” Nova moved to the front to read first. “Cheyenne Martinez of Texline, Texas was a poet, artist, fiancé, and expecting mother. She passed away on January 20th, 2010…”
“Well giddy-up cowboy,” Albie slapped me on my shoulder. “Looks like we’re headed for Texas.”
We looked at each other for a moment and the thought to find somewhere to bury his body along the way tempted me.
There was a headache starting at the base of my head.
I just wanted to get Simone back, even if I had to work with her asshole brother.
