“I don’t like you, Dash. But if you can help me find my baby girl, I’ll owe you the world.”
That’s easy and I seize my opportunity.
“All I want is her. I love her. She’s the one for me. If she’ll still have me, I don’t want you to stand in our way anymore,” I say.
He rubs the scruff on his chin.
“I promise, I won’t hold you back,” he says.
“I’d help you find her no matter what, but you said you’d owe me anything. You understand?”
He nods with a slightly discernable smirk.
I lean toward his desk like I’m about to spill a secret.
“You do like me. You always have. You just never wanted me for Lennon. That’s when you turned on me,” I tell him.
He doesn’t respond, but he shakes his head with a grin.
“So, what do you need from me, Dash?”
“Well, are there any signs she was here at all?” he asks.
“No, nothing. It’s like she’s turned into the ghost everyone still thinks she is,” he says with a frown.
I turn for the door, and he follows.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m checking her race car,” I answer.
He’s right behind me as my long strides carry me to her car. I’m getting lots of curious glances. No, scratch that. I’m getting pointed stares as the big boss man who is known for not wanting me anywhere near his daughter trails me toward her car.
He stands next to it on the passenger side with his muscular arms crossed over his chest as I lean in the driver’s side. He’s watching, but I tune him out.
“Come on, Valkyrie. Give me something,” I mutter to myself.
I don’t see anything. And that’s the problem. Her helmet and gloves aren’t on the seat. I push my body away from her car and hang my head while gripping the side of her door hard enough to dent the metal.
“What?” Lincoln asks instantly, knowing I’ve found something.
“Where’s her helmet?” I ask as quietly as possible. We still don’t need to leak the fact that she’s really Lennon to anyone who might be listening. We don’t know who we can trust.
He glances in her car and his face pales. “I have no idea.”
“I thought you checked everything,” I say, frustrated.
“I didn’t come and search this car, Dash. Why would I?” he asks. His face is marred with confusion and frustration as he stares me down with flared nostrils and a furrowed brow.
“Because I know her. And I’m betting anything she remembered enough to narrow down who she’s dealing with. Maybe not the exact person, but she’s got enough to flush them out.”
“With her helmet?” he asks, clearly not following what I’m saying.
I walk around the car to him, making sure I’m not able to be heard by anyone but him.
“How well do you know your team?Herteam?” I ask pointedly. There’s no time to beat around the bush.
“I trust them all. What are you saying? Spit it out,” he says through clenched teeth.
