Being left alone with my thoughts is never a good thing.
The bedroom door swings open, and Noah runs in, hopping on the bed. “Mom! We got yummies!”
Lifting him up in my arms, I sit him in my lap and rub our noses together. “Oh yeah? What kind of yummies?”
“The yummy yummies,” Noah answers.
Unable to hide my concern, my forehead scrunches. “How are you feeling? Did you sleep good?”
“So good, Mama. I want to sleep in Knox’s bed every night!”
I discreetly feel his forehead for his temperature. Noah seems fine, and he’s acting normal, but I’m still taking him to the doctor later.
“Coffee and chocolate croissants are here!” Knox slides into the room with a brown bag and a to-go coffee cup in his hands, raised in the air.
Noah throws his hands up, mimicking Knox. “For you, Mama!”
Kissing Noah’s cheek, I smother him in my embrace. “Aww, thank you, little king.”
“I rode the motorcycle with Griffin. He got me my very own helmet!” Noah’s smile is proud.
I smile back. “That’s so awesome! Did you thank him?”
Noah puts on his thinking face. “I don’t remember. I’ll go tell him now.” He jumps off my lap and bounds past Knox.
Knox walks over to me and kneels. He hands over the coffee and pastry, kissing my cheek. “Your breakfast.”
“Thank you.” I place a quick peck on his lips and grab the offered food.
Griffin joins us, sitting on the bed next to me. “Atlas called.”
I squint. “The motorcycle guy?”
Knox’s spine straightens. “What did he say?”
“His guy tested the pills. They’re made of fentanyl.”
“Shit,” Knox curses. “How has no one overdosed yet?
I wave my hand. “Someone want to fill me in?”
Griffin nods. “We gave some of the pills we got off the dealers to the Ferrymen, Atlas and Bas. Atlas said he has a guy who can figure out what’s in them.”
“Ferrymen?” I frown.
“They’re a motorcycle club. They’re our suppliers,” Knox clarifies.
My head cocks to the side. “Okay. So. The Ferrymen stepped in and helped out. And now we know Lewis Whitlock is selling fentanyl.”
“We need to figure out our next step.” Knox rubs his chin.
Griffin raises his index finger. “In time. First, I want to discuss something else.”
“What?” I squint.
“It was something in Alice’s rhyme.”
My stomach plummets as my body grows tense. I’m on the verge of shaking and have to set my food and coffee aside to prevent it from spilling everywhere.
