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“We don’t know anything. It could have happened after the delivery,” Kingpin said calmly.

Beth chuckled. He wouldn’t be calm for long.

“Call Amarillo and make sure they received their delivery last night.”

Junior dialed and put his phone to his ear.

“I think we need to shut down for a while. Maybe just keep the merchandise being held at the warehouse and the shelter until things cool down,” Kerwin said.

Beth grabbed a phone and dialed Bootstrap.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Code Ross.We have confirmation that there is merchandise being held at the warehouse and the shelter,” Beth said.

“Got it. I’ll tell our friends to go ahead with their plans,” Bootstrap replied.

Beth hung up and waited to hear what Junior found out.

Junior hung up and threw his phone at the wall. Rose chuckled.

“Oh, I think someone is upset,” she said.

Beth grinned and agreed.

“Amarillo did not receive their delivery last night. What are we going to do?” Junior asked. “Someone is on to us. If they figure out we’re grabbing the girls from the clubs and then selling them, we’re done.”

“Let’s relax and have breakfast. We’ll see what happens,” Kingpin said.

The men filed out of the office.

“Well, it seems like we’re on the right track. Do you guys want a break, and we’ll keep an eye out for anything and call you if there is?” Beth asked.

“Yep, I’m going to crash, but let me know if anything happens. I so want them to get what they deserve,” Rose said, walking out of the room.

Beth sat beside Flick, thinking. Sure, they were unraveling the trafficking, but why did Kerwin come to Kansas and target theMC and the bail bonds? She couldn’t figure out that last thread they were missing.

“I’m so ready to tie this all up and head home,” Flick said.

“Me too,” Beth said.

“Hey, you said you were going to tell me about those businesses you were thinking about,” Flick said.

“One is a dog rescue and training, but the other was a coffee shop and coffee truck. I thought it should be called Broken Hearts Brewing Company, and it would be hot, tattooed military guys running it. It would be a good place for former military men to have a calm place to work, and, bonus, women would have a place to go after a breakup,” Beth said.

“Count me in. Can I run it?” Gunner asked from the doorway.

“I thought you were going to sleep,” Flick asked.

“I was, then I heard Beth talking about a coffee shop. I like that idea, and I like being my own boss and getting to create pastries or food to help people feel better,” Gunner replied.

“Okay, sounds perfect. We can check with the MC, and if they don’t want to have it as part of the businesses, I have enough to get us started,” Beth said.

“I have some too, but I’m pretty sure the MC will see the possibilities and have no problem with you running it, Gunner,” Flick said.

“Cool. I’m taking a nap. Hit me up if fireworks start next door,” Gunner said, a yawn stretching his jaw.

Chapter Twenty-Six

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