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“Day or two at the most,” he answered.
“Then we hit it in the morning,” Cypher said. He held up a hand before Riggs could protest. “We need to make a plan. We can keep an eye on this place to make sure they don’t leave, but if we rush in there now Jared could get hurt.”
“And we need to figure out what to do with the girl,” Scythe added. “Unless Riggs wants to stay with her.”
He glared at me. “I need to find my son.” But he looked torn to think of leaving his daughter.
“We could leave her here with whoever watches the clubhouse,” Scythe muttered.
“I’m only leaving two people tomorrow,” Cypher said with a shake of his head. “Glitch will be busy digging up more information, and the other person—don’t know who it is yet—will be busy watching everything else. Besides, if something goes wrong, I don’t want her here in the middle of it.”
Clearing my throat, I stepped in. I was the Sergeant at Arms after all. Security was my bread and butter. And I had a solution for this. “I have somewhere she can go.”
“Your mother?” Cypher asked.
“No, she’s helping the others with the cattle drive over the next couple days. Someone else.”
Cypher grinned as he caught my meaning. He looked over at Riggs. “Your girl is going to be in good hands. Really good hands. Even if this takes us a couple days, she’ll be taken care of.” He looked back at me. “Do it.”
“Come on, Demo,” I called out.
“Where we going?” he asked, catching up with me as I headed toward the door.
“Shopping.”
He stopped dead in his tracks, a look of dread on his face. “Shopping? What for?”
“Everything a three-year-old girl will need for three to four days.”
He shook his head, then caught up to me as I paused at the door. We walked out together, me smiling and him grumbling. He hated shopping.
It wasn’t exactly my strong suit either, but Demo could help with that. Plus, once we got there I’d have Riggs send me a list of shit that was needed for a kid. He’d be able to text me a checklist.
As soon as we stepped in the door of the first shop, Demo went straight into action. My wallet was crying by the time we were done, but we loaded everything into another one of the club’s SUVs and headed back to the clubhouse.
Leaving all but a few things that Aella would need for tonight in the vehicle, we came inside the building and found everyone staring up at a projection on the wall. We stepped up and watched as Cypher went over the schematics of the building we were hitting tomorrow. It was some kind of packing plant.
Listening to the plan, I nodded in agreement when Cypher looked my way. Him, Scythe, and I usually went over all this together, but since I’d been busy they’d handled it. It wasn’t likeeither of them really needed my help. Both of them were prior military—well CIA in Cypher’s case—and could mission plan with their eyes closed. But this kind of shit was my specialty, so they always had me look everything over for holes.
I knew Cypher would have me go over it again at least once more before bed. He always made sure there were no fucking problems. Enough of those arose when we got into the field anyway. We didn’t need to start out with them.
“Thanks,” Riggs said, grabbing the bags of clothes and other supplies I was holding. “I’ll pay you back for everything.”
“Don’t worry about it. Consider it a baby shower gift.”
“Three years late,” he said with a chuckle, but nodded his thanks. “What’s this?” He peered into another bag.
“Don’t worry about that one, that’s as much for her sitter as it is for Aella,” I said, thinking about how much noise one bag could make.
He’d probably have a fucking heart attack if he saw how much I’d spent today. I nearly had. Demo—the fucker—had just told me to suck it up. Though he hadn’t offered to pay. Asshole.
The others started heading to bed, while I made my way to where Cypher and Scythe were waiting. It was going to be at least another hour of mission planning and I was just fine with that.
After that, I was going to have to figure out how I planned to do things in the morning. There was no doubt in my mind it was going to go my way, but not at first. At first, I was going to get shouted at, at the very least. I was sure of it. But as long as Aella was safe, that was all that mattered. How did a man ask a woman to watch a child—who wasn’t even his—all while giving her zero information on why the child needed watching or what we were all doing that made it so we couldn’t watch the kid? Especially when her job was to ask questions and piece togetherclues. Pesky, pesky clues. I blew out a breath. I had about twelve hours to figure it out.
CHAPTER 22
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