“Jackpot!” Spencer pumped her fist as she scooped a folder under her arm.
Jolting, I tried to hide my shock.
Spencer held out her hand for me, trying to guide me back to the front of the storage unit. “That’s uncharted territory.” Nodding toward the boxes I was digging through.
I gave my best chuckle, avoiding her gaze as we walked back toward the bike.
Should’ve taken that file.I could have read through it at home, given myself some idea how the fuck Spencer was connected to my dad’s best friend and business partner. The man that ruined my life.
Like a ghost, Isaac’s name was starting to haunt my entire life. First, Gabe started working with him, and now… Spencer has a personal connection to him.
Spencer held out her arm, looping mine with hers. “Those old files are from some lawsuit my mom was involved in back when I was a kid.”
Looking up into her deep, brown eyes, I tried to read her.
How much does she really know?
Spencer waved me off. “Nothing ever happened. Like most things she promised. I just never bothered to read through any of it, too much going on.”
“What happened that she’d want to sue?” I couldn’t stop the words from leaking out of me. “Lot of money to spend on a lawyer.”
A scoff from Spencer. “True. I don’t know. I think some rich guy rear-ended her or something. She never talked about it really, just got cagey and quiet about it.”
If I knew anything about Isaac Dumont, it was that anything he touched turned to ash. And Christina Moore was most likely another victim of his dark intentions.
I couldn’t stop speculating about it as we hopped back on the bike and Spencer cruised us through the night streets of Valemont. Memories of Isaac’s stern face raced back to my mind as the bike rumbled beneath me.
Maybe I should have been more cautious of Spencer, knowing that she was connected to Isaac in some way. He was a dangerous, powerful man.
But if her reaction to my digging had shown anything, it was that she didn’t know much at all.
Not that these angels were bad liars.
Before I could get too lost in what was real and what was fake, Spencer pulled into an emergency room parking lot. Lit by the neon red sign overhead, the lot was almost entirely empty this time of a night.
Spencer pulled off her helmet and helped me off the bike.
As we walked toward the automatic doors, Spencer grabbed my forearm and sucked her teeth. “I need to warn you.”
“About what?” My forehead wrinkled, her face was riddled with concern.
“My brother-in-law. He’s a complete ass and he might not like that I brought you with me.” Spencer’s eyes were full of concern, clearly worrying that I couldn’t handle being disliked.
With a shrug, I tried to brave my concern. “Jokes on you, I’m used to being unwelcome. I’ve been living with Dom for a while now.”
Nodding, Spencer walked us through the doors.
But with each passing step, I couldn’t help but think this was all a big mistake.
25
KIERA
We’d gottenthrough the front desk pretty quickly, giving security our names and heading upstairs.
Spencer was quick on her feet, giving the security guard a fake name for me and telling him we left my ID at the bar — too frazzled by the emergency to think straight.
And frankly, the bright, fluorescent hospital lights were enough to put me in a daze. Especially after spending the night in a dim bar and on the dark streets of Valemont.
