I nodded slowly. “She’ll be relieved to hear that.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Any reason why she didn’t already know that?”
He had a good point. “No clue.”
“Bad relationship, you think?”
I shrugged. “She seemed pretty worried about him.”
“Every good daughter would be, regardless.”
He had a point. “It’s something to figure out later. Let’s get to her place before those assholes show up for round two.”
“You think they’d double back?” Scout asked before he slid his helmet into place.
“If they didn’t find what they were looking for the first time, oh yeah.”
The ride wasn’t far from the in-home care facility to her place. Maybe ten minutes, and that was because we caught every single fucking red light from here to Timbuktu.
I hated it when that shit happened.
But eventually, Scout and I stood in the entrance to her apartment.
And holy fuck, the destruction on camera was nothing compared to what they did in person.
Scout whistled lowly as he slipped by me, his boots crunching on glassware. “Man, they fucking hate this woman.”
“Obviously,” I said as I made a beeline to her bedroom.
“What are you doin’?” Scout called out.
“You look around in the kitchen and living room for anything we may need to take back with us. I’m packing up whatever clothes they didn’t destroy.”
“You gonna sniff her underwear while you’re at it?”
I growled at him as I stuck my head outside her bedroom door. “Don’t you fucking talk about her like that. Don’t you even fucking think it, do you hear me?”
He grinned as he held up his hands in mock surrender. “Heard and noted, Casper.”
I grumbled at the nickname as I dipped back into her bedroom. Fucking hell, the place was a pigsty. Holes werepunched into the walls. It looked like they grabbed at the drywall just to tear it down the slats. Did they think she hid something behind the fucking walls? Good God, we weren’t in a goddamn movie.
Her mattress was toast. It laid there in shreds, along with her pillows. Most of her blankets were ripped through, but I managed to find two of them underneath her bed that were crumpled and a bit smelly, but intact.
I folded them up and crunched my way to her closet.
“Bingo,” I muttered when I found a set of suitcases.
Every time I picked up a piece of clothing that was ripped or torn in some way, I got so mad that I could have chewed through glass. Everything was destroyed. Even the products in her bathroom were emptied out into the tub and the sink. It looked like some of it was even flushed down the fucking toilet.
I found some spare toiletries behind her bathroom mirror that were shattered.
I didn’t have time to fold her shit. I just shoved it into the suitcases as best I could. We wouldn’t be able to pack all of her suitcases. Safely, Scout and I could carry one each, since she had those bigger suitcases.
I did find a little carry-on, however, that I could strap to my bike.
If I could find a way to distribute the weight evenly enough.
She had books on shelves with pages that were torn out. They were tossed about, but there were a few on the shelving that wasn’t touched. I took the five that were still standing and placed them inside the suitcase.
