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Even his own men could use the information to take away the president's seat within the club.

As loyal and strong Havlin Motorcycle club was, they were still men looking out for themselves. He had no time to rest or second guess himself.

Chapter Twenty Three

JAGGER WALKED INTO the Whale's Tail Coffee Shop, followed by Maverick and Wire. Katrina waved him over to the table. She'd spent the afternoon trying to hunt down her dad through all his usual contacts. Nobody had seen or heard from him for almost a month.

Jagger leaned down and kissed her before sliding into the booth beside her. "Anything yet?"

"No." She leaned against him, comforted by the size of him.

His leather vest was warmed from the sun. She sighed in failure. That morning, she'd set out to use the coffee shop as her headquarters and go through every contact she'd kept on her phone. No one had seen her dad.

"I don't understand how he could disappear again." She lowered her voice. "I even called the prison to see if he was locked up. Is there another prison or maybe a county jail I can call? If he was out riding, he could be anywhere, I suppose."

"I've thought of that and had Bane call the county jails. He's not locked up." He put his arm around her. "Did you get something to eat?"

"I had one of their pre-made sandwiches with coffee." She rubbed his stomach. "Do you want me to order you something?"

He shook his head. "We stopped on the way back and got a burger and beer."

Cora slid into the booth across from them. "I have an idea. Hear me out before you say no, okay?"

Katrina nodded.

"Let me hire a private detective—"

"No," said Jagger.

Cora jerked her gaze to Wire, looking for support. Katrina squeezed Jagger's thigh under the table to soften his approach. Cora wasn't used to Jagger's sternness directed at her.

"She's worried about my dad, too," whispered Katrina.

"Havlin's taking care of all searches. There are men in Seaglass Cove looking, and Hatchet has a crew in Beaverton looking for Ruger." Jagger paused. "Everyone needs to remember Ruger hasn't done anything. He's a free man. He can come and go as he pleases. He wasn't happy about Katrina and me being together when he left. Maybe he needed to take a ride."

"For a month?" Katrina pursed her lips and shook her head. "He wouldn't stay away from me that long without answering my calls."

"Phones break all the time," said Maverick.

Surprised to hear the big guy talk, she shook her head. She had a feeling something was wrong.

"Even if that happened, there are phones everywhere. He can buy a new one. He knows my number by heart." Katrina raised her brows. "Something is wrong."

"We'll broaden our search." Jagger rubbed the back of Katrina's neck. "We'll find him."

Cora slid out of the booth and stood by Wire. "I don't understand why I can't pay for a detective."

Wire led her aunt to the other side of the shop. Katrina sagged in her seat. She might not be buddy-buddy with Cora, but her aunt was trying to help. Her concern was real.

"Put the search away for a bit. I want to take you for a ride." Jagger slid out of the booth and stood.

As she gathered her notes and slipped them into her back pocket, she caught Cora's gaze. There was no mistaking the worry. On impulse, she went to her aunt.

"I'll keep looking and making phone calls." She lowered her voice. "If he doesn't show up by the end of the week, I'll drive back to Beaverton."

"I can go with you."

She glanced back at Jagger. He would never let her go alone. Not now that he claimed her.

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