Page 38 of Burning Truths

“Anything new?” Landon asks.

Rolling my tongue ring over my bottom lip I look to the ceiling, “Kenna Kingston is missing. Has been for two months. I’m tearing apart the entire west side to find her. This is just a pit stop for clues.”

He doesn’t ask anything else, just offers help if we need it. Landon taking his groupies to another table giving me the one they were sitting at without a fight.

“That was unexpected.” Haven laughs.

Sitting down on the bench pressed against the wall I lean back to rest on the brick. My eyes search the room when I respond.

“Like I said. Stone family name comes in handy." My tone is flat.

My muscles tense when I spot a familiar face being shoved toward us by a guard. Rolling my shoulders I wait until they reach us before I look the man charged with my father’s murder in the eyes. Familiar grey eyes peer at me sending a rod of lightning through my body. My hand fists, rubbing the ache from my chest, one he notices.

“Ryker.” he greets me.

His eyes are sunken and tired. His clothes are loose and hang from his body showing his weight loss. Kane Kingston looks like he’s lost years from his life.

“You look like shit.” I state the obvious.

He chuckles but it falls flat. Haven shifts in her seat pulling his gaze to her.

“And who do we have here?” he asks.

Haven goes to speak but I interrupt her with a hand held up.

“Don’t speak to her. We have more important shit to handle than you needing to know her name.”

He huffs out a laugh dropping down onto the bench across from me. Folding his hands on the table he asks the one question I hoped he wouldn’t.

“Where’s my daughter?” he looks around the room to check for her but comes up empty.

Fuck, I wish she was here. His gaze searches my face, the way I tense at the question, and he sees it immediately.

“Who?” he asks.

“That’s why I’m here talking to you instead of out there searching for her. We got a name but it’s someone more familiar to you.” I accuse.

He jerks back with his brows dipped. “Who the fuck has my daughter?” he barks.

Kane Kingston may be behind bars. He may be innocent for the murder of my father but Kane Kingston shouldn’t be passed off as a non threat because he’s a fucking Kingston.

“You had a guest here a few months back more than once. Why was he coming here to see you and what would he want with Kenna?”

He rubs his beard with his hand, “Who?” he asks.

Irritation flares through me, “Don’t play games with me. If you have her somewhere safe just to keep from me I need to know now. She’s been gone for two fucking months and I need to know she’s safe!” my fist slams down on the table.

He leans forward inching closer to me, “Two months? She’s been out there with some fucker for two months and you haven’t found her yet?” he sneers.

I can see the vein in his neck throbbing, turning his face bright red.

“Little old man, where the fuck is she?” I’m losing control of the beast.

Haven sits up but with one look she slinks back again.

“Tell me this, Kane. Why was Hank Harlow sniffing around and sneaking to come see you?” I snap.

He sits upright with an alarmed look crossing his face. “Hank?” he breathes.

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