Page 38 of Keegan's Promise

My gaze flicks across each image, trying to figure out where in that maze they kept Landry. She said it was hell, and she wasn’t lying. It looks like a fucking penal colony. And she survived in there for nearly a year on her own.

“They plan to raid the compound and the club at the same time,” Dillon says softly. “Sweep everyone up at the same time.”

“Will it work?” I ask, my gaze laser-focused on him.

“If they don’t know the feds are coming? Maybe.” He hesitates. “But if they know…”

“Her uncle reported her missing.”

Dillon turns a dark scowl on Giant.

“Don’t look at me like that. She’s his fiancée. He deserved to know,” Giant grunts. “And you were going to tell him anyway.”

“Yeah. After the wedding, not the day of, you dick,” Easton mutters to Giant, shaking his head. “She should be his main focus today, not this.”

“She will be his main focus. Telling him didn’t change that,” Giant argues, crossing his arms to lean up against an equipment shelf. “It just ensures he knows just how goddamn much she needs today to be perfect when tomorrow might not be. She needs perfect days to remind her what she’s fighting for, and he needs to know the truth so he can give her those days.”

Easton and Dillon look at him like they’re surprised by his logic, but I’m not. Giant may joke around and raise hell, but he knows what it’s like to have the woman he loves at risk. He’s been there, done that with his wife. And he’s a smart motherfucker.

“He’s right,” I growl at Dillon and Easton. “I needed to know. And I need to know what the fuck you’re doing about it.”

“Dallas is stringing the uncle along,” Dillon says, leaning back in his chair. “Pretending they’re looking into the case and don’t know a fucking thing about where she is. As far as her uncle will ever hear from them, they’re looking into it. Meanwhile, they’re not doing a damn thing, aside from giving him the runaround.”

“How many people know where she is right now?”

Dillon cocks his head to the side, frowning at me. “Why?”

“Because they’ve hunted her down a few too many times already,” I say. “And the more people who know she’s here, the bigger the chance that one of them leaks that info to her uncle or the MC.”

“We’re keeping it on a need-to-know basis.”

That should reassure me, but it doesn’t. Not really. I trust Dillon implicitly. He’d never put her at risk if he could help it. But the cops I don’t know? Dallas PD, the DEA, and FBI? That’s a different story. I don’t know them. Never met them. As far as I’m concerned, that makes anything they know about her a risk to her safety. They could talk, could accept a bribe…there are a thousand ways this ends with her location in the wrong hands, and I don’t like any of them.

But there’s not a lot I can do about it, either. Dillon had to bring in federal agents and Dallas PD to take the Sons of Loki and her uncle down. And he had to tell them what he knew. He couldn’t very well hide her involvement when she’s the one responsible for their downfall.

I hope they fucking choke to death on that knowledge.

“We’ve got her, Keegan,” Giant murmurs. “You know we won’t let anyone get close to her.”

I jerk my chin in a nod, inhaling a calming breath. It doesn’t really help, though. The longer this drags on, the more unsettled I grow. I want it over with. I want to be able to tell her that she’s free and they’ll never come for her again. The next time she sees those motherfuckers, I want it to be when she’s on the witness stand, telling a jury of their peers every vile, monstrous thing they’ve done.

“What do you have for me on the other?” I ask.

Dillon nods at Easton, who runs a hand through his hair.

“It took some explaining,” he says, “but I convinced the owner of the junkyard not to press charges when I towed the car back to him. The dick never even realized it was missing, but was all offended it had been stolen. He calmed down once I explained the situation and offered him the cash.”

“What about everything else?”

“The old lady’s daughter reported the license plate stolen a while ago. I talked to a detective in Albuquerque. He agreed to drop it once I let him know the situation, said he’d let the old lady know it had been recovered and keep the details to himself.”

I exhale a deep breath, relieved.

“As for everything else on the list of shit she stole…” Easton grimaces. “She’s free and clear on it. Most of the stores never even filed reports about the thefts. Jude dropped cash in the mail to repay them.”

“Anonymous?” I confirm.

Easton lifts his chin in a nod. “We figured it was better that way. They’ve been made whole, and we kept her name out of it.” He expels a short, chagrined laugh. “Gotta say, I’ve never met anyone who kept a goddamn list of everything they stole and from where.”

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