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“I’m into the longer sentence. Let them live with it behind bars and watch everything around them crumble.”

“And look where that led us.” I gesture to my sister. “She could’ve been fucking—”

“That’s it,” Reagan snaps. “You two are going to stop going at it right the hell now. I swear to God if Huck is like this, I’m going to beat both of your asses.”

“Alright,” Wade confers, striding back to her. “Don’t get worked up.”

“I am worked up. You’re both worse than girls.”

Wade answers her, but I don’t hear it. Instead, I notice the buzzing of my cell phone and pull it out of my pocket.

Mills: Ledger wants to meet tomorrow.

Me: Got it.

Shoving my device away, I glance up at my sister. “I gotta head out soon. Need to head into the city.”

Reagan groans. “No, you just got here.”

“Duty calls, Tsarina. I’ll be back in about twenty-four hours.”

“Then...you and I...”

I nod.

She wants to talk.

It’ll drive her crazy to know something is up with me, and it’s either that or let my pregnant sister rest easy while I confess that I’m upset about a woman.

I’ve always chosen Reagan over everyone else. Nothing will ever change that.

* * *

“Where’s Bishop?” The five of us scan each other and, from the looks of it, we’re all at the same response—no fucking clue.

Our commander, Ledger, pushes out his cheek with his tongue, eyeing each of us for an answer.

He doesn’t get one as we all sit silently around a table in his plain as fuck conference room, waiting for him to chill out with the father-like glares.

“No one knows where Bishop is,” he states it as though we’re a group of teenagers who pranked our school or something. Some Breakfast Club shit like we have nothing better to do.

“I’ve tried calling and texting,” Emmy finally speaks up, fidgeting with the purple pen in her hand. “But nothing. Mills and Marty haven’t heard anything either.”

I tried once.

“Nothing on my front,” Kyson acknowledges, leaned back in his chair. “I didn’t even know he went missing.”

“He just left,” Emmy quips, clearly irritated and the only one in this room that’s worried. “We were at Marty’s, and he ran out like his house was on fire or something.”

Ledger tosses the manila folder in his hands on the table and takes a seat at the head of the table. “Let me know if any of you hear something.” He glances up at Blue. “I’m assuming you haven’t heard anything?”

She continues chewing on her green gum and peers up from studying her black cat nails, clearly bored as hell. “Nodda.”

Not appearing pleased, Ledger lets out a heavy sigh before turning his focus on Kyson. “How’s the girl?”

“Good,” he deadpans, causing Ledger to snap his neck to him.

He has Kyson monitoring this girl on some surveillance bullshit for over the past year or two. I don’t remember why or what for but he barely talks about it.

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