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I pull out, then shift my gaze to her once more. “Let’s hear it.”
“When I was in the room, hiding, I heard those men talking and one of them said something about finding ‘that bitch and she has to be here somewhere’…”
I grip the steering wheel tighter. “And you’re tellin’ me this now?”
She looks a little sheepish, sinking down a little in the seat. “I didn’t know for sure they were talking about me. There are a lot of women at my firm?—”
“You should’ve told me earlier, we never would’ve left the clubhouse. Payden, these people are lookin’ for you, and this just took on a whole different ball game. They broke into your apartment.”
“I know that now, but I didn’t know that at the time!”
I glance in my rearview mirror, confident nobody is following us, but I’ll feel better when we get back to the clubhouse. Safety in numbers and all of that.
“Is there anythin’ else you’re not tellin’ me? Did anythin’ unusual happen with this case, or somethin’ else recently?”
“There was this one call I got, from one of the whistleblowers, Becca.” She tells me a brief story about this woman calling frantically saying they were moving locations again, that she felt as if they were being watched and she didn’t know who to trust.
“I’ll have the boys look into it, find out where they took her and if she’s okay,” I say.
“I just, I feel as if something is off with that phone call and all of this happening,” Payden says. “Like Becca knew something was going down. I tried to call her back, and that was my mission this morning. I was waiting for Jeremy to update me. Even we don’t know where the safe houses are. It’s protocol.”
I run a hand down my face. “This is bad, Payden. I don’t like any of it.”
“I’m not exactly doing cartwheels over it, either. Those assholes trashed my apartment. I’m just thankful Nova wasn’t home.”
Nova spends the majority of her time at Sawyer’s place, thank fuck for that. I don’t even want to imagine what could’ve happened if she’d been home at the time.
“Let’s just take one thing at a time,” I say. “We postpone talkin’ to Willow. I’ll go back to the apartment and grab your stuff?—”
“I want to come,” she starts.
I cut her off. “You’re not goin’ anywhere until we find the fuckers who did this. They’ve sent a fuckin’ message, and they could very well attack the clubhouse if they know you’re still alive…”
I think for a second when an idea hits me.
Maybe. Maybe there is a way out of this where Payden can be safe until we find these assholes. But it’s not gonna be here.
I turn onto the road that leads to the clubhouse, my brain ticking over. Looks like I’m gonna have to pack a bag myself.
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
Logan
“Fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Brew grumbles. “Trashed the entire apartment?”
“Not just trashed, they were lookin’ for somethin’,” I say. “And with what Payden overheard in the office, I think it’s clear they’re after her, for what reason, I don’t know. Maybe they just wanted to off everyone who was working on the case.”
“What about the DA?” Haze asks.
“Wasn’t in the building, so he lucked out,” I say, lowering my voice. “Only a couple made it out. This had to be a hit on the firm. They wanted everyone who was on that case dead.”
“What about this Cini Media group?” Cash asks. “What are they sayin’?”
“Released a statement,” Brew says. “About how saddened they were to hear of the shooting, and they will cooperate with the police to bring their killers to justice.”
“Not buyin’ it,” I mutter. “And Sawyer seems to think they could be a division of the Mancinis.”
