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“That he’s a liar and a cheat,” I spit angrily. “That he almost had sex with Anita.”
Silence again. “That mother fucker,” she suddenly yells, and I pull the phone from my ear.
“Wait, that wasn’t the thing you over-heard?”
“No,” she cries. “Where is he, I’ll kill him.”
I groan. “Don’t. He isn’t worth it. What did you over-hear?”
“Axel got a trace on Mr. D. Turns out he has connections that are close to the club.”
“Really? So they know him?”
“Not exactly. His name is Damien Carpenter. And he’s got a kid with Anita.”
I process the words. “Atlas’s ex, Anita?”
“The one and only.”
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I stare at Axel open mouthed. “Damien Carpenter?”
“It should ring alarm bells,” he continues. “It’s Anita’s ex-husband.”
I frown. “Let me get this straight. Damien is the one looking for Kasey?”
“Yes.”
“But he’s a lawyer, isn’t he?”
“Yep,” says Grizz, tapping something on the laptop until the screen mirrors to the large screen on the wall of church.
“By day he’s a lawyer, by night he’s some kind of king pin with a taste for young hookers,” Axel explains.
I stare at the picture of a middle-aged man in a suit and try to picture him and Anita together. “So why’s he so intent of finding Kasey? He isn’t short of money.”
“He doesn’t like to lose,” says Grizz simply. “Especially to a woman.”
“Maybe we can use this,” I say, sitting down. “Anita is fighting for custody of their son.”
They all stare open mouthed. “Anita has a kid?” Grizz asks.
“She keeps her private life to herself,” I reply. “But he took her kid, and the hearing is coming for it to become permanent. If we could share this with her lawyer, maybe he can use it to discredit Damien?”
Axel nods. “Call her and share the news.”
“Actually, can someone else do that,” I mutter. “I’m trying to keep my distance.”
Grizz smirks. “What have you done now?”
I push to my feet. “Let me know what she says.” And I head out.
Kasey is waiting for me, pacing outside church like a little demon and I see it before it’s even connected. Her fist catches my left cheek, and I wince. “Mother fucker,” I hiss, holding my face.
“Why would you do that?” she cries, and her eyes are filled with mistrust.
