Bogs had tracked the phone for location and was able to get in and also get a tracking on the outgoing calls she made. When Trent requested it, Bogs scoffed at the idea. Who the hell would use their phone if they were trying to hide out? Trent explained, “This isn’t a highly skilled criminal. It’s a girl that is in way over her head, though she thinks she’s skilled. It’s a recipe for disaster. Add her being batshit crazy? Yeah, tap it. This one will fuck up. I’d bet the cabin on it.”
Bog chuckled. “Well, then it should be an easy catch.” Another thought sobered him up. While Taylor’s amateurish tactics may work in their favor, it would also add to the danger of the situation. It was putting Kenzie in a position that Bogs didn’t like. “Think the friend is involved?”
It was T’s turn to chuckle. “Got a real hard on for her, huh?”
“She’s hot.” He would leave it at that. No need to go further with T. Kenzie was wrapped up in something with Taylor. He wasn’t sure how deep but he got the feeling, it wasn’t good. The thought of the two of them, so different had him wondering how they even were friends. It might be in his best interest to do a bit more research into Kenzie.
“Fucking Bogs, always thinking with his dick.” T snickered and stood up. “Tell ya one thing, Taylor got her friend wrapped up in this shit, it’d be fucked. You saw that chick, she can’t lie to save her fucking life.” He cocked his brow. “Or her friends.”
He was right. Bogs and the others could read right through her. If this girl ever told a lie and got away with it, he’d be surprised.
“I’ll do some more digging. Got that feeling I’m missing something with her. I mean, seriously, how does a girl like Kenzie get caught up with a chick like Taylor?”
T raised his eyebrows. Of course, he would. The sameway a girl like his wife would get herself in the middle of a drug dealer on the run and kidnapped.
“I’ll dig deeper. What time we leaving?”
“I’ll come by around eight to pick you up. The club don’t open ‘til eleven. I’m thinking they won’t be heading out until at least then. Whatever plan these two dipshits got in the works makes me think it’s gonna be a long fucking night.” T walked to the door giving a slight wave. “Later.”
“Later.” Bogs cued up his laptop and went to work finding out what kind of skeletons Kenzie Sutton might have hidden. He’d done the basic research on her initially. Background check, motor vehicles. It wasn’t personal, there hadn’t been a need for that. Until now.
The initial search brought up all her social media. It wouldn’t give him too much insight but he had a look. Basic bullshit, funny memes, a few shared dog videos, not hers. By all accounts, she was an average twenty-four-year-old. Nothing too revealing, not a massive number of friends or followers. He clicked on her profile picture. Someone must have taken the picture. She wasn’t smiling but her face looked at peace. Her hands cupped her jaw and her green eyes glinted at the camera. Bogs licked his lips when he trailed down to her mouth. Thick pouty bottom lip with a slight upper. They were shiny and glistening with what he assumed was the sticky lip gloss shit women loved to wear. It was a pet peeve of his, however, he was having second thoughts. On her, he wouldn’t mind get sticky.
He clicked through her pictures. There were quite a few with Taylor, some with other girls, mostly Taylor, and a bunch with an older man and a teenage boy. They had to be related sharing the same green eyes. A picture caught his attention and he clicked on it. She had been tagged in the photo from a woman who shared her last name. When he clicked on it, it was a photo of a much younger Kenzie, maybe ten or eleven dressed in a green dress. A small boy stood nextto her, her brother he assumed. She had her arm over his shoulder and grinning at the camera. Bogs smiled back at the picture. Even as a kid she had that beautiful, sweet face.
The caption read “TBT: Mackenzie looks just like her mom in this one!” As he sifted through the comments, one specific caught his eye.
“RIP Annie, what a beautiful soul.”
Her reply: “She was. Such a tragedy.”
Tragedy? He racked his brain before pulling up her info. He hadn’t come across the name Annie amongst any of his research. He would have to extend his search on Kenzie. He filtered through her name in the database. The current information he had was basic. The more he dug, it only gave him what he’d already had. She lived with her dad and brother. No trouble with the law or tragedy to speak of. What the hell was he missing? A mom.
He regrouped and entered in her father’s name. The basic information came up but when he filtered through, the name Anne Sutton popped up. Deceased. There was minimal data, no source of her death, only a date. He did the math in his head. She was only twelve when she lost her mom. He leaned forward on his elbows. He didn’t know this girl, not really but his chest ached slightly. Too young to lose her mom. A girl that age needed a mom more than ever and Kenzie had lost hers.
“Heading out,” Stone shouted as he passed Bogs’ door.
“Hey man, gimme a second.” Bogs waited for him to appear in his doorway which he did. He’d been thinking of a subtle way to bring it up. He had the feeling anything he said or did pertaining to Kenzie would raise suspicion and no doubt, torturous ribbing from his brothers.
“Whatcha need?”
“Was thinking I’d take the lead tonight.” Bogs leaned back in his seat watching his brother. Stone stepped into his office and leaned against the frame.
“Oh yeah?”
Bogs needed to play it off as no big deal. “Yeah, I think it’s about time. Seems like it should be easy enough.”
Stone nodded. “What if something goes wrong?”
“Well, she knows me better than you at this point. If something trips up, I gotta better chance at her coming with me than you do.” It was a fair statement.
Stone smirked. “Sure about that?”
Bogs shrugged. “Don’t know, maybe. Just got a feeling.”
Stone laughed. “Gut feeling or dick feeling?”
Bogs glared at him and threw up his middle finger. “I’m serious.”
