Page 81 of Saber Fool's Day


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I didn’t get the chance to tell her the rest of my story, and maybe that’s for the best. Perhaps I need to ease her into why I’m here.

“Cam says he has this idea of being a leader of Native American men,” Cat interrupts my train of thought. “Maybe you should take the lead.”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “Seriously?”

She shrugs. “He doesn’t have an ounce of Native American blood in him, but maybe he’ll tell you something he won’t tell me.”

“How about we play it by ear,” I fold my arms and stare at the man through the two-way mirror. “Doesn’t he hate your sister?”

“He does.”

“Are you sure you’re up for this?”

Her eyes narrow to slits. There’s my answer. I say nothing more but open the door and gesture for her to go first.

She doesn’t move.

“This isn’t a chauvinistic thing. This is common courtesy, Kitten,” I smile at her.

Cat rolls her eyes but heads through the open door toward the interrogation room beside it.

She bursts into the room. “Good morning, Mr. Helfinger. Sleep well?”

“Fuck you.”

Cat laughs. “Thanks for the offer, but you’re not my type.”

Dakota Helfinger looks past her and catches me lurking in the doorway. “Seems like I am.”

My blood begins to boil. I could gut this fucker in the blink of an eye, but that wouldn’t help us find Jeffrey Rose, so I remain where I am.

Cat waves him off. “Enough of the pissing contest. I need to know about Jeffrey Rose.”

“Never heard of him,” Dakota raises a shoulder.

“Oh, I think you have,” Cat pulls out a chair and sits opposite Dakota. “Y’all were stuck in prison together, awaiting trials.”

“Big prison.”

“It is, but you were also in the same convoy that was attacked,” Cat bats her eyelashes. “Ringing any bells?”

“Nope.”

Dakota folds his arms and leans back in his chair.

Cat nods. Then, she looks at me.

I stare back at her.

She raises her eyebrows and motions her eyes toward Dakota.

I sigh and shake my head slightly.

She smiles brighter.

My heart lurches in my chest. Damn it. Is there anything I wouldn’t do for this woman?

“Dakota,” I capture his attention. “Tell me about your tribe.”