“Don’t be mad,” Ripley begged, closing my door just as I’d sat behind my desk.
“Which means I’m probably going to be,” I said with a sigh, dropping my purse in my bottom right drawer.
She sat in the chair across from me and slid a jump drive toward me. “I did some digging.”
“On what?”
“Who.”
“Oh my god, who did you do some digging on?”
She grimaced. “Thorne Graves. I mean, Sundance.”
“What?” I snapped. “Why?”
“Because he’s an asshole and I wanted to find something on him to bring him to heel.”
I dropped my face in my hands and groaned, immediately regretting my drunken midnight call to her two weeks ago after a particularly bad day of missing him. “Ripley, you don’t bring a man like Sundance to heel.”
“Okay, well, I didn’t find anything. At least, nothing he wouldn’t want me to find. He’s careful not to leave much of a digital footprint.”
I shook my head. “Well, he’s a very smart man.”
“So, I went looking for information on his club.”
“Oh my god, woman, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Wait, don’t be mad.” She patted the drive. “I found something interesting.”
I snatched it off the desk and slid it into the slot in my laptop, pulling up the folder as Ripley stood and made her way to me, taking over the mouse and navigating to what she wanted me to see.
She pulled up a photo of the Primal Howlers’, Sundance front and center and looking as gorgeous as ever. “This is a photo from the Christmas party the club put on last year. They work with Bikers’ for Kids every year to help raise money for abused children.”
“They do?”
“Yeah. A lot of clubs do, apparently.”
I shook off the warm, fuzzy feeling that information gave me and glared up at her. “Okay, so what does that have to do with anything?”
“Look who was with them?” She blew the picture up and I frowned.
In the back, next to Orion, was a very familiar face. “YaYa? I thought she just moved here.”
“Yeah, me too. Looks like she lied.”
I frowned, leaning in to look closer at the picture. “Why would she lie?”
“Don’t know. But I did some checking and found out her real name’s Sonja. She was born and raised here, but managed to put a fake identity together, should someone not dig too deep.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Me neither.” She pointed to the screen. “And wasn’t that guy at Nocturn as well?”
“Yeah. I think Sundance put him on me for ‘protection,’” I said. “I can’t remember his name right now, though.”
I also couldn’t see his nametag, as his arms were crossed over it. I knew it would come to me… I just had to think about something else.
“So, I did this thing…”
