Page 52 of Griz's Edge

That’s good. One less thing I’ll have to worry about.

“You should also know, and you can tell your folks, I’ve put in for my retirement, did this right after you moved to town, I’m leaving. Found me a place down in Florida. The wife and me were always gonna go down there after I retired. I’m doing what she would have wanted, not coming back to this place.”

Now, what was I supposed to do with this?

Detective Deets turns and walks back into the house after giving me a brief nod.

Surprised by all of this, I walk back to the car, climb in behind the wheel, and head for the warehouse district. I’ll have to absorb all that Detective Deets shared with me later. Once I’ve taken care of the problem of his daughter. Only after she’s dealt with will I figure out how to handle what the other man shared.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

GRIZ

“Note left for you, brother,” Keys calls out from the bar before the door even closes behind me.

“What?” Cocking a brow, I head in his direction.

“Your woman wrote you a note and left another one with it,” Keys says, holding out a slip of paper. “And you should know she took off about fifteen minutes ago. Hotwired one of the spare cars, she went to your ex’s place.”

“The fuck?” I snarl, snatch the paper from him, and take a look for myself.

Griz,

Don’t be mad, okay, you will be, but I’m done with this mess. I’m going after Hattie myself. Come find me. Take a look at the note she wrote, and you’ll understand.

Short and to the point.

Reading the other one, I nearly see red. It wasn’t her father doing any of this. It was her. Hattie. She tried to kill my woman. She was behind everything else.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

All of this is fucked.

Now, my woman was out there, looking to find herself in a load of trouble.

“What’s going on?” Marshall asks, coming up behind me. “What’s Marley done now?”

“Your sister is doing what she always seems to do, go her own way,” I growl, crush the papers in my hand, and focus on Keys. “You said she was heading toward Hattie’s?”

“Yep.” He nods and lifts his tablet. “Looks like she’s on the move again.” He turns it and keeps talking. “Marley downloaded some sick-ass programs to add to mine I already have, and we were able to find some information on not just Deets but even more on Hattie. Including several other addresses. Looks like from the direction she’s going, your woman is heading toward the warehouse district.”

I nod, knowing exactly where he’s talking about. Hattie talked about it once. It’s where she does her work when she’s creating her art. Though I never saw a piece of art she’d done.

Tossing the tablet back to Keys, I spin on my heel and head back out. No way was my woman going to be facing off with this bitch without me having her back. Marley was right, it pisses me off that she’s doing this, especially after the fact she’s been hurt. No way was I taking this from her, though. However, I’ll be spanking her ass for going ahead without me.

Marley’s note, no matter how short, I already knew it word for word. It was simple and to the point, yet still, she’d been able to be sarcastic in it, telling me not to be mad though she knew I would be.

Fuck.

“Where you heading?” Blow asks as I step out the door, nearly running into him.

“Warehouse district,” I tell him, not stopping. “Marley’s going after Hattie.”

“Right behind you,” Blow and Nines call out together, changing directions, following me.

I don’t pay attention to anything else. I know my brothers will follow. None of us will leave another behind. You have to cross the club in a way that can’t be repairable to ever make one of us turn our backs on another.

Swinging a leg over my bike, I don’t waste time getting on the road. Hitting the throttle, I kick up rocks and handle my bike as I always have. Smooth and easy. Nothing is going to stop me from getting Marley. Fuck knows what she could be walking into.

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