Page 94 of Lucky's Trouble

“Hey.” A bleary-eyed Navy appears, draping an arm around Rigger.

“You’re supposed to be in bed. You have a morning shift tomorrow.” Rigger draws her in for a kiss.

“Today, technically. But I can’t sleep. I just keep thinking I should be doing something to help.” She notices the computer screen showing Tinleigh topless. “Is that—?”

“Tinleigh smothering a man with her boobs?” I sigh. “Yeah.”

“Why are you two watching this?”

Rigger explains while I fast-forward again. We hit the end of the feed, and I load the next video.

“Tinleigh’s really sexy,” Navy muses, pulling up a stool to join us.

“Agreed.” I speed through a few dances given by other women until something catches my eye, and I hit play. There’s a man in a booth, the same booth I was in when I first met her. He matches the description Karina gave me perfectly. I wait to see who his dancer is when Tinleigh walks in wearing red lingerie. “I think that’s him.”

We watch as she begins her dance just feet away from him. Her normal, confident expression falters as she takes him in, and I hit pause and point. “See that?”

“She’s uneasy,” Navy muses, her head cocked to the side.

“Exactly.”

“Can you find out who he is?” she asks.

“Gonna try.” I turn the laptop to face Satyr. “Him.”

“You think he’s our guy?”

Something in my gut tells me he is, but what if I’m wrong? Satyr could waste hours trying to find someone who doesn’t even matter. I hit play, wanting to see more of their interaction. She moves closer to him, shaking her glorious ass, and he reaches out to touch. She slaps his hand away. It’s not playful, though. She’s dead serious about not wanting him to touch her, and deep down, I know. That’s him.

“I know it,” I say.

“Okay. I’ll call Melville. He might be able to run him through facial rec. Maybe catch him on a traffic cam and give us a plate number.” He picks up his cell, noting the time. “Might need to wait ’til morning, brother. If I drag him out of bed for this, he’ll be pissed.”

“I don’t give a shit. This is pressing.”

“It doesn’t mean I’ll quit digging. The name Neal gave us was fake, but I might be able to chase this financial trail right to him. Pissing off the sheriff won’t do us any favors.”

“Do you understand that he could be cutting her fingers off one by one right now? He could be beating the living shit out of her. Or worse, he could be”—my voice cracks, and I clear my throat—“he could be doing worse to her right now. We don’t fucking know.”

Satyr shakes his head and looks to the sky as if asking to be saved. When he shifts his gaze back to me, he’s resigned. “You’re right. I’ll make the call.”

I don’t exactly need his approval about calling Vance. I could’ve rang the sheriff myself, but I need my brothers on my side. This is too big for just me to deal with.

He picks up his smokes and phone, then steps outside, leaving me alone with Rigger and Navy.

“You two should get some sleep. This might take a minute.”

“No way.” Navy rests her hand on mine, making Rigger growl, which in turn earns him an elbow to the chest from his woman. “We’re here for you. And Tinleigh. I know how scared and alone she must feel. After what I went through. . .” Her voice pitches high.

“Navy, you don’t have to—”

Composing herself, she continues. “No, I’m fine. What happened to me was different, but if anyone knows trauma, it’s me. And knowing what it did to this grumpy bastard and how much he appreciated your support, we want to stay and help any way we can.”

“He wasn’t that much of a help,” Rigger mutters.

Navy wraps her arms around his neck. “We’ll get her back, and then Char and me won’t be the only ones around to keep you guys in check.”

“Hope so.” I turn back to the laptop. Goddamn, I miss her. It’s beyond me how someone can come into your life and change it forever in a matter of minutes, but she did.

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