Page 48 of Ghost

“Gavin?”

The sound of my name in her voice loosened the pressure in my chest without touching the anger. I looked across the yard at brothers securing cases and prisoners beneath the portable lights, then turned toward the darker edge of the property where no one else could hear her. “We recovered all the Bellamy property. Site’s secure.”

Her next breath came slower, and the tension remained clear beneath her voice.

“Was anyone hurt?”

“Not a scratch.”

Tamsin huffed. “That wasn’t exactly what I asked.”

A rough smile pulled at my mouth because she knew me too well despite the short time we’d been together. I turned farther from the yard lights and rested one hand against the fence.

“No brothers were injured. Neither was I.”

She sighed softly, the relief evident. Then she asked, “Did you find out who is behind this?”

“Got everyone who was there. The bastard running the outside crew wasn’t on-site, and neither was the person feeding him information from Bellamy.”

“So they're still out there.”

“For now.” I didn’t like the defeat I heard in her tone, so I changed the subject. “Found one surprise in the storage building.”

“The damaged case?” she guessed.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“You were right.”

“I’m going to need more information than that,” she groused, irritation edging through the relief already moving into her voice.

“Saving the rest for when I’m close enough to enjoy your reaction.”

She chuckled, but her voice was shaky enough to tell me exactly how tightly she had been holding herself together. “You’re impossible.”

“You keep saying that like it’s gonna change something.”

“Fair point.” Her voice softened before she added, “Come back.”

“Always, pretty girl.”

I ended the call, then returned to the warehouse while the club stripped the operation down. Bellamy material was secured for transport, phones and records went into our vehicles, and the surviving crew members were handled.

The raid had taken their primary storage site, most of their manpower, and enough records to expose the outside operation. What remained was the insider, the crew leader, and whatever they had staged at another Bellamy property. They would know before sunrise that this place was gone, and desperate men rarely stayed still.

19

TAMSIN

When I woke and realized Gavin was gone, I hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. So I went down to the kitchen to make some coffee. Which turned out to be a good thing because I was alert during our call. And I had something to drink while I paced afterward, waiting for him to return.

Unfortunately, he looked rough when he came through the clubhouse door. His knuckles were split, he was covered in dust, and some of it was streaked with blood.

At my horrified gasp, he explained. “Blood’s not mine.”

“It better not be.” I rushed over and hugged him. “The others?”