“Yes.”
“When?”
“We don’t know for sure but hopefully not more than a few weeks. Ricky is prepared to testify.”
“Poor kid.”
“Yeah, it’s going to be hard for him but BFK will be there to support him. His new foster parents will be with him as well.”
“You’re not going are you?”
He looked surprised. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I?”
She wrestled with herself but she had to say it. “But won’t it be dangerous?”
“No, why should it? We’re going from the new foster parents’ house and then to the courthouse. How dangerous could it be?”
“Bad things can happen at the courthouse too.”
He looked skeptical. “Why so paranoid?”
She hesitated, then sighed and said, “You might not have heard because it was a small Texas town, but one time a guy showed up at the courthouse with his gun, determined to stop his wife from getting custody of their son. He was wearing a bulletproof vest. When he opened up on the woman, a Good Samaritan saw what was happening and went and got his gun and tried to take out the scumbag. There were no cops around at that moment, although they came out soon after. The shooter wore a bulletproof vest so wasn’t hurt but he killed the Good Samaritan. Wounded his wife badly, as well as a couple of deputies. He led the police on a high-speed car chase starting downtown and winding up about twenty miles south. The police eventually got him, but only after he crashed the car he was driving.” She sucked in a breath. “People who get involved in things like this can get hurt. Look at what happened to the Good Samaritan.”
He was starting to look exasperated but that was too bad.
“Frank Moore is in jail,” Trevor said firmly. “He’ll go from there to the courthouse. He’ll be in police custody the entire time. What do you think he’s going to do?”
“He has friends, doesn’t he? Or family?”
“I have no idea.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, what happened in that town was an aberration. Seriously, Jedidiah, you’re worrying for nothing.”
No she wasn’t. She had a bad feeling about this, but she had to admit she could be overreacting. BFK did this sort of thing all the time and, according to Trevor, nothing bad had happened yet. That didn’t mean it couldn’t, though.
“I’m not going to be able to talk you out of this, am I?”
He stepped close, tipped up her chin and kissed her. “No. Nothing’s going to happen. I promise.”
You can’t promise that.
Why was this making her think about Noah? Noah’s situation had been entirely different. Trevor wasn’t undercover for one thing. But Ricky’s first foster father knew who he was. He knew Bikers For Kids was helping Ricky, and more, that Trevor had been instrumental in getting Ricky involved with the group.
Dammit, she’d been the one to bring Trevor in on this. She should have kept him out of it. But how could she have foreseen that helping Ricky might put Trevor in danger? That helping a little boy escape from his abuser could be dangerous?
Maybe, because of her experiences, she was worrying too much. This wasn’t two rival motorcycle gangs going at it. She needed to relax and trust that Trevor was right. Except that relaxing was the very last thing she felt like doing.
It dawned on her that perhaps the reason Trevor’s and BFK’s plan was flipping her out was because of her feelings for Trevor. He wasn’t just a casual hookup, no matter what she’d tried to tell herself. She was starting to fall in love with him.
Tell the truth. You’ve been in love with him for weeks.
