Page 32 of Disturbed Lucidity

“Dresser and closet are empty,” Indigo confirmed, walking back moments later. “She doesn’t live here.”

Looking around the place, I muttered, “No one does. You investigated Anne. What do you know about the woman?”

“Not much. Just the standard shit. Anne Smith, born June 6th, 1995, to John and Jane Smith, in Providence, Rhode Island. After that, there is absolutely fucking nothing. Not even a school record until she arrived here in Destiny two years ago and enrolled in the community college for nursing. Not one employment record until we hired her two months ago.”

“That’s fucking vague, Indigo. Sounds fake as hell and made up. John and Jane Smith. You didn’t think to dig deeper?”

“I did. Couldn’t find shit. Even called Law to help. Asshole found nothing on either woman. Anne Smith never existed until two years ago, and neither did this London Stewert woman. What I mean is that there is no fucking record anywhere about either of them. Even the social Anne gave me was issued two years ago. Her driver’s license, issued two years ago. Hell, man, the stamp on her birth certificate is fresh. Like baby fresh.”

“She has a kid, Indigo. Or did she make her up too?”

“No. The kid is real.”

“What’s your gut telling you?”

“Not sure yet, but something ain’t right.”

“Ever think Anne’s hiding from an abuser?”

Indigo sighed. “Thought crossed my mind.”

“Leave it alone, Indigo.” I groaned. “And stop stalking the woman.”

“Wouldn’t be stalking her, if she was truthful.”

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

My brother shook his head.

Sighing, I relented, “Fine. give you two weeks. If you can’t find anything by then, you drop it. Woman has given me no cause for concern. She’s diligent, shows up on time, and never causes trouble.”

Indigo nodded, looking around the apartment as I headed for the door. “And don’t forget to lock up the place. If she is hiding from someone, she will know if anything is out of place.”

Back at the clubhouse, I headed straight for my office, only to find Frost sitting behind my desk, clicking away on my computer like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“There a vote I wasn’t aware of, asshole?”

“Yep. The club still thinks I’m prettier than you.”

“About to be deader than me if you don’t get the fuck out of my seat.”

“Where is the latest file for the club’s current client?”

“In Free Money,” I muttered, stowing my rifle in the closet. “Which reminds me. Notify the client and tell him to never call us again. Then wipe his information from the system.”

“Already did that.”

Laying on the sofa in my office, I got comfortable, before stating, “Indigo has a burr up his ass.”

Frost smirked. “Yeah. So does Logic.”

Fucking great.

It was bad enough Indigo was stalking a club waitress, but Logic?

“What’s up Logic’s ass?”

“Ivy.” Frost smirked. “He can’t get a read on her.”

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