“She’s scared shitless, Reagan. She fuckin’ can’t even walk in her own damn house without freezin’ up. I’m sure she jumps at every damn shadow, worried that he’ll be back for her.”
“Will he?”
“I fuckin’ hope not.” I honestly didn’t know. “Depends on the political power he wields and whether or not he feels truly threatened by her.”
“You think he knows she’s alive?”
I nodded. That I did know. “If he’s in law enforcement, I’m sure he knows. He would’ve gotten the same information I did. The media was all over it. And since he was the one who dumped her body…”
“How did he not find her in the hospital?”
“Because God was watching over her,” I said. That was the only reason I could think of.
Reagan nodded. Thankfully, her interrogation was over.
“I need to go find Wolfe.”
“Yeah. You do.”
I glanced around the warehouse. “Where’s Lynx?”
“He tore ass outta here. You know him. He doesn’t deal well with this … emotional stuff.”
No kidding.
As I was turning toward the door, it opened and Wolfe stepped into the building.
Reagan glanced over her shoulder, then past me. “I’m gonna head over to the diner. Grab some food. Can you call me later? Let me know how she’s doin’? And let her know I’m here if she needs me.”
I nodded. I knew my sister wouldn’t let this go. Once she latched onto someone, she was like a dog with a bone. Like Lynx, Reagan was fiercely protective of those she cared about.
As soon as Reagan was out the door, I moved toward Wolfe. “You all right?”
He frowned. “Are you?”
No. No, I wasn’t. I wasn’t sure I would ever be all right after hearing that.
Wolfe glanced up at the second floor. “She up there?”
“She’s asleep. In the recliner.”
For a second, Wolfe didn’t move. His eyes remained locked on my face. It was the first time I'd ever seen him fall apart. Right there before my eyes, tears formed in his eyes. I moved toward him, but he sidestepped me before I could console him.
Wolfe reared his fist back and aimed it toward a wooden post, but stopped just shy of hitting it, growling through clenched teeth. I figured it had more to do with not wanting to wake up Amy than fear of shattering his entire hand.
“I want to kill that bastard,” he ground out. “I want to beat him to a pulp, then do it again and again. And then I want to watch him die a slow, painful death.”
I understood Wolfe’s anger. I felt it.
“You need to find out who the fuck he is,” Wolfe demanded.
“I’ll do my best. But I can’t broadcast this information. It’s not like I can send out an APB on the guy. Amy doesn’t want him to find her. And so far, she’s managed to evade him.”
“You think he’s lookin’ for her?”
“I do. If he’s as powerful as she says, he doesn’t want the loose end. It’s possible he’s sitting back, buying time.” I took a deep breath. “I know you don’t want to, but I need as much information as you have on her. It’s the only way I’ll be able to back track and find him.”
Wolfe nodded, but whether he was agreeing to give me the details or simply saying he understood, I wasn’t sure.
