Page 29 of Give Me Redemption

“Thanks,” I mouth before I stick the key in and push open the door. I love our relationship. It’s almost too easy. No strings. It’s perfect.

I drop my keys and clutch onto the table, walk into the kitchen, and grab a bag of sunflower seeds before I pour myself a glass of wine.

“Slim?” I call out as my phone rings. I walk back into the living room and set my glass down to open my purse and grab my phone.

“Yeah?” I answer.

“How did it go?” Davy asks me. I look down when I feel Slim Jim at my feet.

“It went fine. Kinda boring.”

He laughs. “Boring? You’re young, beautiful, and in the hottest night club in town and you were bored?”

“I was working, and you know I don’t care for night clubs.”

“No, you don’t care for this case.”

I exhale. “No, I don’t, Davy. I want to be where I’m useful.”

“You need this, Dalton. You might can’t see it now, but trust me. This is good.”

I look down at Slim rubbing against my leg and exhale. Davy isn’t going to let me out of this, so I guess I need to give it my all. Not because I care, but because the faster I solve it, the faster I can get back to what matters, and that’s findingher.

“Okay, I’ll do my best.”

“Good. Have a good night.”

“You too. Say hello to the family.”

I hang up and lean down to pick up Slim. “I think I need to put you on a diet,” I tell him as I walk toward the window and look out. I let him down on the window seat before sitting down myself.

Kicking off my heels, I rest my head back and look at the wall. The new email hangs up with the rest of the things I’ve collected over the years.

It’s the newest thing I’ve gotten in more than five years. This has been a cold case, and it fucks with me every day.

How can this be?

As much technology as we have these days, how can I not find her?

Monroe got to work as soon as Davy assigned him. We’ve searched the IP address, and it’s linked us to a library in northern Maine. Monroe is headed up there, and I’m dying staying here.

“The club really wasn’t that bad,” I say to Slim. “I mean, it was packed so people must like it, right?” My eyes scan over the email. I rub my hands over my cat. Leaning my head back, I narrow my eyes.

“Where are you, sick son of a bitch?”

Chapter Fourteen

Jace

I’m clearly drunk while I snort thin white lines off some chick’s tits.

“Why the fuck do you keep doing that shit?” Bryce asks, kicking my leg.

I shrug. “I just can’t think of a reason not to. Have one. Lighten the hell up for once in your life,” I tell him with a grin. The girl takes the rolled-up Benjamin from my hand and licks my finger clean after I wipe the powder off her skin.

Bryce rubs his chin, taking a sip of his bourbon.

I lean back, rubbing my nose. I hate the look on his face. I hate that he’s disappointed in me, but I am who I am.

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