“I can’t be sure the vehicles haven’t been compromised.”
Amanda and Bec frown at that, and I huff, snatching my hand from Ringo’s grip.
“Still don’t know what’s happening,” I remind him, and his face softens.
“We’re here to figure out a way to find Bobbi.”
I blink. And then blink again.
“I thought we were already doing that.”
What the hell am I missing?
“Technically yes.” Ringo gestures to a chair at the table, and I absentmindedly move to it and sit my arse down. “But you and I are on the same page about Daniel. I believe he didn’t tell anyone about his mum and Bobbi. He would never risk his mum’s life. So it begs the question… how did someone obtain that information and beat us to the hospital?”
“Someone must have overheard Daniel at the airstrip.” I frown, trying to think back to everything that happened that day. All the chaos. Who was around?
“Possibly.” Ringo takes the seat next to mine. “But where was the other place he said the words out loud?”
I feel like I’m being quizzed, but as I think over the answer, I realise he’s helping me to put the pieces together.
“At your place… the barn.”
“Exactly.” Ringo nods, not looking happy about that at all.
“But your men were there,” I point out, and he nods.
“Yes, they were.”
“And the Marx guys.” I gesture my head towards Griffin and Devon, and Ringo nods.
“Yep.”
“So what… are you saying one of them is a mole?”
I watch as Ringo’s lips thin, something that’s hard to see past his beard, but from my position, I see it.
“Possibly,” is all he says, and I rest back in the chair, stunned, my eyes flicking to the timber top of the table as I search my brain for another reason.
“In that case, it could be Riggs,” I point out, my eyes quickly finding the head of Marx security also sitting at the table with us.
“It could be,” Ringo admits.
I balk at that, wondering why Riggs is sitting at the table with us if that’s the case.
“So what you’re saying is, we can’t trustanyone?”
My tone is snarkier than Ringo deserves, but I’m feeling too fed up to rein in my anger right now.
When is this ever going to end?
A small whiteboard slides across the table in front of me, and I read the words Dee has written.
You can trust us, and my aunties. Angel Org does this stuff all the time. Find women and children that are being abused or wronged, and save them.
“So you save people?” I snap, glaring up at the two women Dee wants me to trust. “You take them from their bad situations, but then what happens to them?”
“That depends on the circumstances,” Bec answers. “Some go into the Archer Network and are placed in new homes. Some we help right down to the finest details of eliminating the threats against them.”
