“I heard from Callie at the Sherriff’s Office that there have been some questionable things happening in Henderson Valley.”
I strain to listen to the conversation between Tommy and Xander. Being who they are, my brothers have been checkingeach and every lead while searching for Eddie. So far, all have been dead ends.
“What do you mean by questionable?” Xander asks.
I hear the creak of the wooden chair, signaling one of them shifting closer. They voices are hushed but I can just make out the end of Tommy’s sentence.
“… and I’ll bet that’s where the fucker has been.”
“We’ll check it out this weekend.”
I think the fuck not.
I storm down the rest of the stairs and enter the kitchen.
They barely spare me a second glance before rising to their feet and telling me goodnight.
“You’re not going,” I bark.
“Told you she was listening,” Tommy huffs.
Xander side-eyes him. “She’s always listening.”
“She is standing right here. You are not going to look for him.”
“Yes, the fuck we are. We can’t risk that fucker coming back and taking another shot at kidnapping you.” Tommy throws out his arms.
I take a step closer, jabbing my finger in his chest. “You.” Jab. “Are.” Jab. “Not. Going.” I shove him back. “Just stop. I told you guys about what happened so we can tell Damien’s family.”
They both grimace, remembering the way I lost my shit when we got home after seeing them.
“Just let it go. Eddie isn’t going to come around,” I plead.
The look they share is gone before I get a chance to identify it. But they nod and agree to stop looking for him.
I bore my eyes into theirs. “I mean it.”
“We’ll stop looking for him,” Xander says.
They each plant a kiss to the top of my head before going to bed.
* * *
“You promised you wouldn’t go!”
“No, we promised we wouldn’t go look for him,” Tommy retorts.
“You did!” I scream.
“Can’t look for someone who wasn’t even there.”
I give Xander a bored expression. “That literally makes no fucking sense. You guys said you’d leave it alone and you lied.”
Tommy pulls me into a hug. “Relax. The house was basically empty and abandoned. Nothing but some boxes stacked in the garage.”
“How do you even know that’s where he was staying?” I ask.
“Callie’s boyfriend is a deputy in Henderson Valley, and he told us there was a group of people with gang affiliations squatting there.” Xander shrugs a shoulder. “We figured it was him because of the drug dealing.”