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“Yes. I mean, maybe. I have all of his papers, documents, books, all of that in a small storage shed near my apartment.”

“Is it secure?” frowned Walker.

“I mean, I think so. It has security. I mean, the security isn’t great, but they have it. I’ve never had anyone bother it.”

“They might not know it belongs to you,” said Luke.

“Oh, it doesn’t,” she smiled. “It belongs to my stepfather. It’s under his name, not mine. He had several units around the city for his grocery business. When I needed one, he gave me that one.”

“See if Carter or Travis can get over there and get into the unit,” said Luke. “Have everything shipped back here as soon as possible.”

“Won’t they need the keys to the locks?” frowned Elena. Eric gave her a sly grin, shaking his head.

“Not if they want to keep their jobs.”

CHAPTER TEN

“You’re sure you’ll be okay here with her,” asked Travis.

“I’ll be fine, brother. I’m going to drive her out to her parent’s estate and make sure the security knows that there’s been a problem. When that’s done, I’ll take the train back and meet you guys at the jet at Gatwick. Just get that shit out of the storage unit, and we’ll get it back to Louisiana.”

Carter and Travis boarded the Osprey as Savannah took off toward Egypt. They’d been given special clearance to land in the middle of the night, hoping that they could avoid being seen while they emptied the storage unit.

As the chopper flew away, Chris loaded Daphne’s bags into her tiny little sports car. He stared at the driver’s seat, wondering if he would even fit.

“What the hell is this thing built for, a ten-year-old?” he frowned. She laughed, shaking her head.

“I didn’t buy it so that a six-feet-three man could drive around in it. Besides, it’s not mine. It’s my sister’s.”

“Oh, is she living with your parents?” he asked as they pulled away from the curb.

“No. She passed away about fifteen years ago. I was just heading back to boarding school, and she got sick.”

“I’m sorry. That fucking sucks,” he frowned. “Do you mind if I ask how she died?”

“I wish I knew. The doctors told my parents it was an unidentified virus of some sort, but they had no name for it, no cure, and anything they tried failed. She was only sixteen. She had her entire life ahead of her.”

“I’m really sorry about that.”

“No, it’s okay. This was her gift from my parents for her sixteenth birthday. They kept it for years, and then I asked if I would drive it. I think they were happy not to have to look at it any longer in the garage. What about you? Wife? Children?”

“Yes, on the wife. No, on the children. Ironically, Elizabeth is a kindergarten teacher at our elementary school on-property. She’s freaking amazing. We tried having children. Hell, we never not tried,” he laughed. “I guess there were other plans for us.”

“Sounds like she touches a lot of children’s lives,” smiled the young woman.

“She does. We met at Belle Fleur during a party that Irene was throwing.”

“Irene?” frowned Daphne.

“Oh, sorry. Irene and Matthew Robicheaux are sort of our patron saints. They donated all of the land where we live, our businesses, all of it,” he smiled.

“That’s incredible.”

“Yep. My Elizabeth was being forced into a marriage she didn’t want and defied her parents. I made sure they knew that they’d have to get through me first.”

“She’s a lucky girl,” whispered Daphne. Chris stared at her, seeing the pain in her face.

“What about you? Married?”

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