He hitched his head toward church and I groaned inside. I wanted to go downstairs and talk to Morgan, not deal with whatever this bullshit was.
I followed Omen into church and the look on his face told me I wouldn’t be going after Morgan any time soon.
“What’s up?”
“I’ve been digging into those names.”
His eyes dropped to the floor, and I waited a beat before I finally asked, “And?”
“I found some information about one of them.”
He was stalling, and it was pissing me off.
“Just fucking say it, Omen. What did you find?”
“I dug into all the names, including Morgan’s.” His eyes snapped up when I growled. “I had to go at this from the perspective Steele would have. I did a cursory look to see what information was on the surface.”
“What did you find?”
“There is no connection between the women. Not one I’ve found yet. They range in age from sixteen to fifty-two.”
“Jesus Christ. There has to be a connection between them.”
“Well, I think I might have found something, but I’m not sure yet.” Omen pulled out five images. One of them was Morgan. One of them was a baby.
“What the fuck is this? You said sixteen was the youngest.”
“Those are pictures I found of the women. Three of them are connected to the Silver Shadows.”
My head snapped up. “What?”
“Anyone doing a cursory search could find out that Morgan was the daughter of Braesal O’Malley. They just had to know to look into her.”
“Steele didn’t know about Morgan.”
“Not before you died, no, but King did. If Steele was watching him, he would have seen him meet with her. And being seen with King...”
“Would put her on Steele’s radar.”
Omen nodded. “My guess is he looked into her and found out she was O’Malley’s daughter, but he wouldn’t have known she was related to King—”
“Until it came out that he was O’Malley’s son.”
I rubbed the back of my neck as I stared at the picture of Morgan. She was sitting in the park, alone and sad. I knew it had been taken after she lost the baby.
Everything I’d done to keep her hidden all fell apart because I’d died.
“The other two?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
“This one,” he said, his finger on the picture of the baby, “is Kaitlyn Ward. Angel’s daughter. We know from Angel that when Steele sold her to the Satan’s Angels, Kay was already pregnant. I suspect that was the reason he did it. He knew the baby wasn’t his. From what I can find, the baby was born healthy and given up for adoption.”
“So she’s out there somewhere.”
“I’m still working on trying to figure out where, but it’s not easy getting through hospital and adoption records.”
“Have you told Angel?”
“Yeah, I sent a copy of the picture to both him and Banshee.”
