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“Christina is the birth mother,” Glitch said from behind his laptop screen. He hadn’t retreated down to his basement despite all the talking. He just tuned us out for the most part.
“So?” Demo asked with a shrug of his massive shoulders.
“So, she could have called CPS,” Jury answered.
“Would they have given her any information since he was abandoned and then adopted out?” Toxic asked.
“Seems kind of fucked up to do that,” Butcher added.
“CPS is filled with idiots with soft hearts. She must have fed them some kind of sob story,” I said with a shrug. “Or maybe they paid someone to run a search for him so they weren’t traceable. Probably won’t know until we find them.”
“So we’re either dealing with mostly inept shitheads, or incredibly smart shit heads,” Scythe said in a grim voice. “Either way, they’re going to bedeadshit heads by the time this is all over.”
We all raised our beers in a toast to that.
CHAPTER 19
Ainsley
Icircled the car that was left on the side of the road. One of my deputies had called it in as being abandoned and I’d recognized the plate number. Because I’d given that same plate to Warrant yesterday after the car had been reported stolen out of Cheyenne.
Looking in the front window, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. They’d done a number on the steering wheel column, as they always did when hot wiring, and I doubted the original owners would want it back. Still it was my duty to notify the local PD in Cheyenne so they could get the car back to them.
First, I hit a contact on my cell. It only rang twice before Warrant’s gravelly voice answered.
“Time’s it?”
I looked at my watch. Oops. “Five a.m.”
“The fuck?” He grunted something unintelligible. “What’s up, Beautiful?”
I shook my head, but couldn’t stop the smile. He just couldn’t help himself with the nicknames. I was going to have to put a stop to that. If people heard him calling me beautiful and baby girl and gorgeous, well, it wasn’t going to help the rumors that were already flying around about the two of us. I sighed because I was going to miss them. “I’ve got that car you were looking for out here off Johnston’s crossing.”
There was a sound of rustling and I imagined he was sitting up in bed, the sheets dropping down to cover his-
“Anyone with it?” he asked, all the sleep gone from his tone. He was all business now.
“No. It’s abandoned,” I said, trying to shake the image of him in bed out of my mind. What was wrong with me? “I’m going to call it in to Cheyenne PD.”
“Wait,” he said. “Is there any chance you can give us twenty minutes?”
“Us?” I asked.
“My club. We want to search the car.”
“There’s nothing in it,” I told him. “I popped the trunk and already searched it.” Flipping the registration in my hand, I eyed the papers. “Original owners check out. They reported it stolen not long before I contacted you about it the other day.”
“Ains, we need to look at it.”
Sighing, I rolled my eyes. “Fine. But you only have thirty minutes before the tow truck gets here.Don’tmake a habit of this.” I hit the button to end the call before he could say anything else. It would just be something sweet and grateful and I didn’t want to hear it. The man was too charming for his own good.
I went to my Tahoe and sat in the front seat, getting a start on the paperwork while holding off on a phone call I should be making now. How many times was I going to compromise my morals to help Warrant out? This was exactly why I shouldn’t have ever gotten involved with him in any way.
It was bad enough I was violating my own sexual morals with this man. I never gave in to a man because he was hot and charming and hot and funny and…hot.
I ignored that inner voice that kept telling me that I was only helping him out because I liked him—what was I, twelve? The sound of motorcycles caught my attention and I set the paperwork aside.
Getting out of the truck, I nodded at Cypher and Warrant, and smoothly side stepped when Warrant tried to pull me into his arms. I scowled at him. “Tow truck will be here soon. Better get started.”
