“Is her husband still alive?” Greg asked.
“Yep,” Blade said, “still alive and kicking.”
“So,” I said, excited, “she’ll flip. She’ll testify that Dad brought her to the compound for a fraudulent marriage. She’ll have to, or she’ll be fined and go to jail for a bigamy charge.”
“We need to find Dad first, though,” Blade reminded us.
“I’ll have Josh and Eric file a complaint to the State of Wyoming first thing,” Greg said.
My phone rang.
“Crawford!” I said happily.
“The fuck are you so chipper?” he grumbled.
“I’m not married!”
“What the—I would fucking hope not. We just swept through the main compound. We didn’t catch everyone before they scattered.”
“Did you find Dad?”
“Did you find our sisters?” Mace butted in.
Crawford sighed through the receiver. “No, and I’m concerned. I think he must have had some sort of a heads-up.”
“I told you,” Greg exploded. “I told you this was a stupid idea. They’re probably dead.”
“Don’t say that,” Parker said. “They could be found.”
“They won’t,” Greg spat. “Crawford fucked up.”
Remy got on the phone. “Greg, calm down. We will find them; we’re close. I can feel it.”
“We aren’t. Crawford put everyone in danger,” Greg said, heartbroken and angry. “He put Meg, Belle, our sisters, and our little brothers in danger. The kicker? He didn’t even catch Leif. He’s still out there somewhere.”
“There’s enough data here to nail him,” Crawford said.
“You acquired it illegally,” I spat. “Greg was right. We can’t turn this over to the FBI.”
“I didn’t get anything illegally,” Remy drawled. “We were just here visiting family when we came upon some concerning information and thought we’d better report it.”
“And,” Weston added, “we are going to make sure that it’s extra incriminating.”
“Ensure that doesn’t get traced back here,” Garrett said sharply.
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Blade said smugly.
“We are so fucking close to ending this,” Weston added, puffing his chest out.
I wasn’t so sure. “It’s not over until we find Dad.”
There was commotion outside of the door.
“They’re busy!”
“They’re having a meeting!”
Several of my brothers were yelling. Feet pounded on the hardwood floors outside of the office, then there was furious banging on the door.
