Page 33 of Exhale
“We will find them,” Ace growled.
“Holy shit,” Dalton muttered, and the phone was passed around with others saying the same thing.
Creed was the last one to get the phone and moved up to hand it back to Owen when Ace released him.
“I don’t want to be the voice of reason here, but what if she lied on the birth certificate?” Ace said flatly.
To Jordan’s surprise, Owen nodded. “I thought that…but it doesn’t matter. Ginny is dead, her sons are missing, and I need to find them regardless of whether I’m their father.”
“That makes sense.” Parker nodded. “Plus, if there’s the slightest chance theyareyours, you need to know.”
One day later…
With the men of Pegasus on the streets of Phoenix, Arizona, more leads poured in.
They spent all day yesterday putting together a list of potentials and designating teams. They looped in Knoll and Preston out of courtesy, not necessity.
Pegasus only answered to one man. The former Secretary of Defense, David Ladd Allen III, otherwise known as Dave.
The list of suspects wasn’t long, but there were several. Not only were they looking for Billy Danner, but his right-hand man, Cody Lowe, and any other of the fuckers in Danner’s gang.
Now, they had enough men for the search.
“Anything?” Owen said, pressing the earpiece they all wore.
They’d been on surveillance for about an hour just down the block from Danner’s mother’s house. It was still early late afternoon.
“Not on my end,” Dalton said.
“I see movement at my location. I’ll keep you posted,” Parker replied.
The comms went quiet, and Owen sighed.
“Hey,” Jordan reached over and linked their fingers. “This will work, we are damned good at our jobs.”
“I know,” Owen said, trying to smile.
“So, let’s talk about something else to take your mind off of stuff.”
Owen’s mouth quirked, and Jordan smiled.
“Anything?” Owen asked.
“Um, yeah,” Jordan nodded.
“Okay…why were you living on the streets when you were young?” Owen asked out of the blue.
“What?”
“That’s the part of the story I don’t know. When we talked the other night about my marriage, you mentioned you’d lived on the streets but didn’t elaborate.”
Jordan gazed at Owen and pressed his lips together before he turned to gaze out the windshield.
When he didn’t speak, Owen reached out and locked their fingers, and the man’s thumb caressed the top of his hand.
He wanted to speak, he wanted to share, but that was a complicated question and also a time in his life when he had been at his lowest.
His heart squeezed and he struggled with how to start.
