Ringo nods. “I feel the same.”
“Could it have been your captive?” Devon asks, looking totally relaxed with Bobbi in his arms, her little hand wrapped around his big finger.
“Daniel?” Ringo asks, and when Devon nods, Ringo continues. “He didn’t have access to a phone to tell anyone. He had people watching him the entire time.”
“People you trust?” Griffin asks, and Ringo nods.
“My team was watching him.”
“Have you considered it could be one of your team?” Griffin asks. “Because the only other possibilities are that you have trackers on your cars and bikes.”
“I’m suspicious of fucking everyone,” Ringo barks. “So why are we here? I thought you must have had a lead for us given the urgent request to come tonight.”
Griffin rolls his eyes. “Devon sent that text from my phone.”
“So?” Devon scoffs. “We have business to discuss. No point in waiting since I was already in town visiting.”
I glance between the three guys at the table. Ringo. Griffin. And Devon.
Two are related, but I swear all three could be blood brothers. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now, with Ringo still neatly groomed from today’s funerals, his hair back in a neatish man bun, you could definitely mistake these three as siblings.
Hell, they even act like it sometimes.
“What fucking business?” Ringo snaps. “I thought you were helping us. I thought we were here because you might have a lead.”
“No lead,” Griffin says casually, not in the least bit bothered about the anger emanating from Ringo.
“Why the fuck are we here then?” Ringo snaps, and I reach under the table, placing my hand on his thigh and giving it a squeeze.
Don’t make Devon angry. He’s holding my heart in his hands.
“I called you here about the favour,” Griffin sighs while Ringo stiffens.
“The fucking favour?” Ringo lurches forward, leaning his forearms on the table like he’s holding himself back from launching himself at Griffin. “You’re calling it in now? We haven’t resolved Abbey’s situation yet. There are people still after Bobbi!”
“Calm down,” Griffin says casually. “We’re just letting you know what needs to be done soon, so you can start preparing.”
“Fine. What the fuck is it you want me to do?”
I tense in my seat, Ringo’s anger unsettling me, but I don’t blame him.
The Marx family has been helping us with my situation, and the payment isn’t money. It’s a favour. Ringo owes them, and I’m terrified to think of what it could possibly be.
“Not what I want you to do,” Griffin scoffs. “This order has come direct from the top.”
My eyes dart to Ringo in time to see his jaw tick.
“Your old man?” he asks, and Griffin gives a single nod.
“Yes.”
Slowly, Ringo sits back in his chair again, crossing his arms over his chest as he regards Griffin like he doesn’t trust him.
That has anxiety clawing at my chest, and my eyes fall back to Devon, still holding Bobbi in his arms.
Suddenly, panic washes over me, and the trust I had for the Marx men vanishes.
“What isthis?” I ask, my question taking everyone by surprise, their brows lifting as I stand abruptly. “Give my daughter back.”
