“No, she stayed home,” Lily replied. “I think she was worried that if she left, she wouldn’t be able to make herself go back.”
“Should’ve left that place in ashes,” Callie said under her breath.
Lily looked at her. “It’s home.”
Callie just nodded.
The rest of the table was silent. Callie had been shot, and her youngest son was killed when Casper and Farrah’s house had been attacked years ago.
Nearly every person in the club had strong feelings about that particular piece of property. I glanced at Leo, who was expressionless. He’d also been shot in that attack, a bullet bisected his face leaving a wicked scar. I barely even noticed it anymore, but it was impossible to miss.
Leo’s phone chimed, and he pulled it out of his pocket to look at it.
“Got a lead,” he said, leaning over to kiss Lily. “We’ll be back in a while. Harper needs to come with me.”
“Love you, Ma,” Harper said, rising to her feet.
“Love you, too,” she said with a wan smile.
Grease and I followed them outside, and we all piled into Callie’s SUV.
“Where are we goin’?” I asked as we pulled out of the gates.
“Ceecee’s,” Leo replied. “Woody’s got some information he wants Harper to take a look at.”
“He couldn’t come to her?” I asked, watching out the windows. Taking Harper off club grounds made me itchy.
“His computers are there,” Leo said flatly. “Not at the club.”
“Fair enough,” I muttered.
When we got to Cecilia and Woody’s place, we rounded the house and went inside through a back door that led straight to an office with more equipment than I could name. It looked like he could send a rocket to the moon from his home office.
“How you doin’, Harpy?” he asked, spinning in his chair to look at us.
“I should probably just writefineon a Post-it and stick it to my forehead,” she replied dryly.
Woody laughed. “Okay, then let’s get right into it.” He gestured to a chair next to him. “Basically, we’ve narrowed down a list of names that we could connect to the man that was in Casper and Farrah’s house last night. Why don’t you go through them and see if anything pops out at you?”
Harper sat down beside him and leaned forward to look at the list of names. Almost immediately, she jerked upward.
“Who?” Woody asked. “Which one?”
“Paige Brewer,” Harper replied faintly.
“You know her?”
“She was myboss.”
“No shit?” Leo asked in surprise.
“It doesn’t even make any sense,” Harper said dubiously. “I mean, yeah, she was pissed, but she doesn’t makehitmanmoney. And how the hell could I have pissed her off so much she wanted medead?”
“She was sendin’ you all those messages,” Leo reminded her.
“That’s a pretty big leap,” Harper countered.
“Is she still sending you messages?” Woody asked.
