Page 67 of Legacy

Legacy

My hands grip thesteering wheel as I hit a bump, and the truck shakes. Being in a cage always puts me in a sour mood, especially on an overcast day when the ride would be much more pleasant on my bike. But Steel needed Havoc and me to drop off a shipment of parts to Kings Auto, so here I am, taking the truck when Bea and Reagan aren’t even with me.

Lately, I’ve been on four wheels more often than on two. Between healing from my gunshot wound and driving the two of them, I’m barely on my bike, and I miss it.

“He’s right here.” Havoc pulls the phone away from his ear, placing the call on speaker.

“I got the info you were looking for.” Ghost’s voice comes through the phone. “Background. Credit. Police reports—”

“Lincoln has a record?” My hands clench the steering wheel tighter.

“A restraining order from a few years back. He was stalking an ex.”

“Fuck.” My teeth grit.

While Reagan’s been downplaying Lincoln harassing her, I knew there was something more. Men who can’t take no for an answer rarely stop unless they’re forced to, and she’s so sweet he’s using it to his advantage.

Which is why he’s been escalating.

Firing her.

Stalking her.

Calling her nonstop.

Nothing good comes from that pattern.

Havoc’s gaze cuts in my direction, sensing my irritation.

“It gets worse.” Ghost’s tone is clipped, and I know I’m not going to like whatever he has to say. “He’s no longer at the school she was working for. Apparently, he quit before the school year started, and no one’s seen him since. It all lines up with the same week Reagan first showed up in Vegas.”

“Tell me you at least know where he is.”

“He’s off the grid. Hasn’t so much as used a credit card in his name to give away his location.”

That’s not what I wanted to hear. “Regular people don’t do that shit.”

“We would.”

“Yeah, and we’re not regular.” I clench my teeth. “No one worries about tracking their digital footprint unlessthey think someone is after them who has the ability to do it.”

“You think he knows she’s with us?” Ghost asks.

“If he does, and he’s trying to stay off the map, then what does that say about how much he knows about us?”

“Nothing good.”

“Exactly.” I brush my hand down my face. “All right, keep an eye on her, and let me know if you get any hits on his position. Especially if he crosses the Nevada border.”

“Will do. I sent the rest of the info to your email.”

“Thanks, brother.”

Ghost ends the call, and Havoc tucks his phone back into his pocket.

“Reagan’s ex causing problems?” Havoc asks, eyeing me.

“He’s barely an ex. He’s her former boss. They had one date, and he didn’t take the hint.” It grinds my gears for a multitude of reasons.

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