The only pain she’d feel was growing up without one—which was difficult enough.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, Ridge. For now, though, we don’t do anything stupid to endanger any more lives. This entity is waiting to make the next move. He’s already damaged Lucian and taken him out of the game. He’ll keep picking away at us until he wins. We’re down two psychics. Beckett’s gift is gone, and Lucian is handicapped.”
As the storm raged, Ridge let himself be held against Lucian’s body. He needed that soothing, and while it wouldn’t help him get over Wynter’s death, it would give him a moment’s reprieve.
Thankfully.
“I need to get her justice.”
Oh, well, they would.
Bishop would make sure of that. She knew what Maura and Jagger could do, and when this was over, this person was never hurting another person again.
All they had to do was find him.
But that would take time.
“Are you okay?” she asked Lucian.
He nodded.
“Yeah, it was just a love tap to the balls. I’m good,” he said, cuddling the other man as he held onto his body. Lucian’s arms were around Ridge, as he protectively gave him something stable to hold onto.
For Bishop, she was no one’s fool. The nuzzling, and the holding gave it all away.
They were bonded.
Lucian and Ridge did something that would change their world forever. Bishop would bet on it.
Later, she and Lucian would be having a conversation about this.
Trust and believe.
She would get to the bottom of it.
Without.
A.
Doubt.
Now that the wildest part of the storm had passed, they needed some answers. Getting up, she went to the contents of the woman’s purse and found Wynter’s phone.
Unfortunately for them, it was locked with a passcode.
“Do you know how to get into her phone?” he asked.
He looked confused.
“Uh, it’s locked?”
She held it up and showed him. She was going to need a fingerprint or face to open it.
“Yeah, it is.”
He looked confused.
“We don’t lock our phones. There’s no reason to do that,” he said, his heart racing.