“Who’s the poor schmuck?”
“Allen Ray.”
Hunter’s forehead creases and he looks around at everyone in the room. They all shake their heads. Hunter sighs and curls me closer into his body. “None of us have heard of him,” he responds, kissing the top of my head. “Can you get me a picture of the dude?”
“Unfortunately, all we have is his hair color and build. He kept his head down around every camera we have,” Adam admits.
“Did you double check with the ATMs and outdoor cameras?”
“We should have the ATM footage from across the street and the small one inside the building this evening. The outdoor cameras were pretty much a bust. He wore a trucker hat and kept the bill pulled low, all while making sure he looked down the entire time. Let me check the footage really quick. Hang on.”
No one talks while Adam does whatever he’s doing. I find I’m a nervous wreck. I feel like I’m sitting on the edge of my seat, just needing to know who our enemy is. I’m anxious in ways that I can’t remember being before. I just know that I need to protect Hunter. He’s broken down my barriers and now I find that I want him in my life all the time. I don’t know where we’re goingultimately—mostly because I still don’t trust it. However, I’m far enough gone to admit that it would destroy me if I lost him now.
Hunter’s phone dings. “What’s this?” he asks.
“I sent you a portion of the feed in text. Check it right quick,” Adam says.
I curl even deeper into Hunter, trying to get a good look at the phone screen. I frown as a man comes into view. You really can’t see his face. His hair seems neatly trimmed—although, I think that’s because you can’t really see it because of the hat. There is just a little bit sticking out in the back to show that the color is kind of a deep black. It’s so black that you’d think it had blue highlights in it. I don’t recognize anything about him. I didn’t truly expect to. Still, it’s disappointing.
I hear Hunter curse under his breath. It’s clear he doesn’t know this guy either.
“What’s our next move?” he asks.
“We pray that the ATM camera is a help. I’m going to go talk to Sam at the bar where Robin hangs out. Maybe they have an image of the dude with her. It’s a long shot because Robin goes through a lot of men, but still if this asshole is stupid enough to bankroll her, maybe she’s spending more time with him than she does the others,” Adam responds.
“I’ll head down to the bar with you. Sam is more likely to talk to me than you, Adam,” Skull murmurs, looking as if he is in deep thought.
“Sounds good. I’ll meet you there.”
“I’ll go, too,” Torch replies.
“I don’t need a fucking babysitter,” Skull growls, as the atmosphere in the room darkens. “I can go to a damn bar without ordering a drink.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t, asshole,” Torch mutters. “I just want to be there, too. Beau is going to be my daughter-in-law. I want to follow every clue.
“I don’t think—” I start, wanting to deny the whole daughter-in-law thing.
“Thanks, Dad,” Hunter interrupts.
Skull sighs. “You sure you won’t trade BB in and have a go at Spider, Twinkle Toes?”
I blush at the silly nickname. I feel Hunter’s muscles tighten against me. He might know Skull is just kidding, but he doesn’t like it. “I’m good,” I murmur. I’m embarrassed, partly over the nickname, but also because of how possessive Hunter is. Don’t get me wrong, I like it …a lot.Yet, it’s unnerving in front of so many.
“Damn straight she is,” Hunter growls, somehow getting me closer to him when I would’ve thought that was impossible. Then, as if to put the exclamation point on it, he roughly kisses the top of my head.
“Stop kissing my head. I’m not a dog,” I grumble, as everyone laughs.
“No, you’re mine,” he growls shooting Skull a mean look.
“Sometimes a woman needs to hear she’s appreciated, hijo,” Skull explains.
“Harper knows. I show her every night. Most nights a lot more than once,” he brags. Well, I’m not sure he’s really bragging. It’sneverjust once a night. I have a feeling when we finally break the seal, we may kill one another. It’s that explosive between us.
“Hunter!” I hiss, chastising him when it hits me that I’m in a room full of men, two of which I kind of think of as a second father.
“You can’t deny it, Harper.”
“I can kill you,” I rebut.
