"Does the name Carpenter sound familiar to you?" asked Kenna.

"Nope." River sighed. "Yet, we're supposed to believe our last name is Pruitt. This whole mess doesn't make sense."

She turned around and kneeled on the ground, reading her mother's name again. She'd lived half her life without her mom, yet it seemed like yesterday.

"Maybe next time, we can bring some of Zora's flowers and put them under her name." She trailed her finger over the engraved cursive.

River leaned against Kenna's side. "I'm glad she's somewhere permanent."

"Yeah," she whispered.

Knowing what it felt like to be shuffled from one home to another home through the foster care system, she was glad her mom's ashes were placed in the memorial wall for safe keeping.

Going by the dates, her mom died at thirty years old. She was so young. Barely eighteen years old when she had Kenna.

"We'll visit again." River inhaled deeply.

Kenna stood and hugged River. "Are you okay?"

River squeezed her. "It feels kind of good, you know?"

"Yeah," she whispered.

Their dad had taken care of their mom even after her death. She looked at the wall once more and then walked toward Kingsley.

Chapter Thirty

Kingsley

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Zane stormed into the clubhouse. Kingsley followed, ignoring the men partying. The girls were anxious to dive into the package their father left, but before they lost themselves in new information, they needed to find out one important clue.

Kingsley headed straight to the office. He hated leaving Kenna at the house, but she'd fallen asleep on the bed while he'd showered. Likewise, Zane informed him that River had fallen asleep on the couch in the rec room.

If Zane could find what he was looking for, Kingsley could get back to Kenna before she woke up.

He shut the door, cutting off the music and the noise.

Zane sat in the chair and unlocked the drawer to his right. Kingsley walked over and looked at the pictures. They went back to before he and Zane were born.

"I got it." Zane slapped a folder on the desk. "I've spent so much time pouring over Dad's old records, I knew I'd seen it."

Since their dad went to prison, he'd let Zane run the club. While Zane dove in headfirst, Kingsley had spent most of his time trying to find Kenna the last two years.

"Take a look." Zane slid a piece of paper across the desk.

Kingsley read.

As a favor to Big John, I took his sister, Lou Carpenter, to the only place where she'd be safe. Burt Shay could take her in, get her a new identity, and protect her from Valdones Motorcycle Club. If Big John doesn't make it out alive, his sister will be taken care of. There is nopayment for the service. Big John is a member of Gem Haven Motorcycle Club.

"Jesus." He looked up. "Why not tell Big John where his sister was located once it was safe?"

"Because..." Zane took another paper from the file. "It'll never be safe. Take a look."

Kingsley scanned the paper, shaking his head. "Did you know this?"

Zane nodded. "Only because I've read every paper Dad had squirreled away in the office.