Page 46 of Intertwined Souls

“What about it? We know it has to be connected in some way, but it’s also odd that Tammy never goes there,” I sigh.

Ryker grins and shakes his head. “Are you sure she doesn’t go there? Look.” He puts his finger over the dot where the address is and then moves it north, to a different street where we have a mark for a spot Tammy has been to. Then he moves his finger back to the same address and drags his finger east on the map to where another mark is for Tammy.

My eyes scan the map, and I slowly connect the dots.

“Holy shit,” I whisper and run back over to the computers, bringing up the tracking maps.

“I’m taking it as a job well done since Grayson said a cuss word,” Ryker chuckles as he and Harley come over and glance over my shoulders.

“Every week, she goes to a location that is less than three miles away from the address. According to the tracking history, it looks like she leaves her car at these spots for at least two or three hours.”

“So she is going to the same place as everyone else, she just isn’t parking there. Do you think she knows we’re tracking her car?” Harley asks, her forehead creasing in thought.

I shake my head. “No, there is no way she would keep going to the same spot for months on end where these other people go as well and not have moved it somewhere else if she thought she was being tracked.”

“So, everyone else goes to the place for less than ten minutes, but Tammy goes at least weekly and stays for hours? What the fuck is it? We need to get eyes on it,” Ryker remarks.

“It could be like a post office, where you usually drop off and or pick up. Most of the time it's a fast process. It seems like that’s what's happening at the warehouse,” Cade suggests.

“We need to take this to Rage and everyone,” I sigh, my eyes starting to burn from doing this for hours.

“That can wait until tomorrow. In the meantime, you both come with me. It’s time for bed,” Ryker orders with narrowed eyes, daring us to defy him.

Harley glances at me. “Why do I feel like we are being put in time out?”

Cade chuckles and walks over to her, gripping the back of her neck and giving her a possessive kiss that leaves her breathless. “Because you two have pushed it today, and Ryker tried to get you to take a break earlier, but you both refused, so it’s not an option now. Get some sleep, baby girl.”

She nods up at him, and he kisses her forehead and leaves the room. Ryker points out the door with a stern face, and we both try, and fail, to hold back our laughs as we leave and head upstairs with him.

Ry shoves us both into Harley’s room, and we all get ready for bed.

Harley

There's a tense silence in Gabe's office as everyone pours over all the information Grayson and I just gave them about everything we discovered.

It wasn't easy to recount it all. Yesterday, I was able to shove it into a little box and just focus on helping Gray. But now, it’s all rushing to the surface as everyone goes over all the information about the sick people who are involved in the selling of others.

“We need to get eyes on the warehouse as soon as possible,” Nerds says, staring down at his laptop screen and seeing what he can find out about the building. “There honestly isn’t much I can find out about it. The images I’ve located online are all years old, so we can't rely on them for accuracy with how things may look now. Our best option is a few of us going to check things out.”

Gabe nods, looking over Nerds hesitantly before speaking. “Can you work with Grayson to make sure he gets all the information and pictures you need? That way you can stay here.”

Nerds’s eyes shoot up from the laptop screen, and he narrows them at Gabe, who sighs and raises a hand.

“It’s not up for debate. Until we have all the information, you aren’t going anywhere near any of this unless it’s from here,” he orders gruffly.

“He’s right, kid. Just for now at least,” Colton agrees.

“I fucking know that,” Nerds snaps and then squeezes his eyes shut, taking a deep breath before talking to Gray. “I’ll set you up with everything you’ll need, and I can be available from here if needed.”

Gray nods and Ryker, who had been leaning against the wall behind our chairs, steps forward, gripping the top of the chair so hard his knuckles turn white. “I’m going, too,” Ryker states.

Gabe breathes through his nose, staring at Ryker. When I glance up at him, I see he is glaring at Gabe as if daring him to say no.

“I want to go,” I add, facing Gabe again.

“No,” Gabe and Colton respond at the same time.

Raising a brow, I lean back in my chair and cross my arms. “This is as much my fight as it is anyone else’s. Eventually, you are going to have to learn how to trust me to do these things. I know I’ve made reckless decisions,”—I pointedly glance at Gabe—“but I need to do this. And I’d much rather go with all of us on the same page, as a team. Refusing to let me be a part of this will do nothing but put me at more risk because it won’t stop me.”

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