Page 74 of Fearless Sinner

I’m glad I’m twisted enough to have put that tracker on her phone.

I don’t want to think about what could have happened to her tonight had I not.

When I’ve had enough of outside, I head back in and plan.

I have a bad idea, but it’s part of the plan. A plan I need to run past Chloe.

She’s still asleep when morning comes, so I allow her to rest.

At eight I find Roxanne’s number in Chloe’s phone and call her. Of course, she’s shocked to hear from me. And even more shocked by the conversation we have.

I grab all the details about Rosaline’s doctor and call him next. Then I make the payment for whatever she needs and get him to book her surgery. He promised that if he could make it happen today, he would, but it would be tomorrow morning at the latest.

As soon as I get off the call, Jaxon stops by and I have to switch my mind back to Lance, the shipment, and the showdown last night.

“I’m just quickly checking in,” he says, walking into the living room.

“Do you want a drink?”

“Nah. I won’t be here long.”

“Sorry we couldn’t get the whole shipment back for you. That really pissed me off.”

“Hey, at least we have half back.” He dips his head and I’m grateful he sees things that way. “Now to get the rest. I think I might have a lead in New Jersey.”

“Really?” My interest spikes.

“Yeah. My men stayed behind at the factory to check out the place in case we missed anything. Since Lance had to leave in a hurry, he dropped breadcrumbs he shouldn’t have left behind.” Jaxon pulls out what looks like a receipt and hands it to me.

It’s a receipt for a hotel in New Jersey. The dates of the booking are for two months. “Well, hell.”

“Someone is staying in town for a while. Or not exactly leaving.”

“This could be Harlan or Lance.”

“Exactly.”

“What are your thoughts? I was going to raid the place but I know Lance is a sneaky bastard who could give us the slip. I also know this is not just about me getting my guns back. Now that we have an idea of what Lance looks like, this might be an opportunity to get him. Or catch Harlan.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” I mean it. It’s only since we started working together that Jaxon and I have become better friends.

We’ve known each other for over twenty years and, yes, I was always hanging with Dante and Virgo, but Jaxon’s father is an entitled bastard who doesn’t like that the Irish—my family—have a position above him in the Creed.

He’d loathe the fact that Jaxon is here now asking me what to do when half his gun shipment is still missing.

“If it’s okay, I’d like to watch them. First, make sure who’s staying in that room, then strike. They might not always go back there.”

“But it’s a base, and if someone tips them off, they’ll never go back there,” he fills in.

“Exactly.”

“I’m good with that plan. I know a maid who does flexi-shifts at a temp agency. I can get her into the hotel. No one would suspect her and she’s discreet.”

“Then she sounds perfect for the job.” I look him over. He seems to have more on his mind. I’m also aware that he’s helping me find Lance when he doesn’t need to. “You’re helping me a lot.”

He nods. “Your old man helped me once a long time ago.”

“How?”

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