Page 20 of Exhale
Fascinated, he watched the flush of pleasure heat Jordan’s neck and cheeks.
Knoll and Preston came back through the doorway, breaking the moment. Preston smelled of smoke. If the guy knew how gross that shit stunk, Owen doubted he would smoke. Or maybe the guy didn’t give a shit. That was a possibility.
“What are you doing?” Knoll said, approaching the countertop where Jordan had the laptop sitting.
“Looking for whoever might have targeted Ginny,” Jordan said.
“Why?”
Jordan gave the guy a look that pretty much asked, are you stupid? Knoll got it, though, and flushed with anger.
Owen stepped in before Knoll could blow a gasket and handed him the photo of his ex with the boys.
“How do you know they are hers?” Knoll asked, frowning at the photo.
“I don’t, but—” he began, but was interrupted by Jordan.
“They’re hers. Look,” Jordan pointed to the laptop screen.
Several photos were on the screen of various celebrations, their birth, their one-year birthday party, her and the kids together.
“They’re twins,” Jordan said. It was clear in the birthday photo.
Jordan gazed at the pictures, which stopped at about the age of one year old. Which made sense, since the kids were young.
However, there was something odd about the photos, and he frowned when he noticed the dates.
Either the dates of the pictures were out of date or these photos were taken several years ago. That would mean that the boys were older than one and closer to five years.
Plus, the toy train on the floor wasn’t geared for toddlers. For one, the wheels could come off, and those could end up in their mouths.
Jordan had done his share of watching babies and toddlers while at his foster parents’ house. The first family the CPS had placed him with had been great, but they’d decided they couldn’t handle all the kids they were trying to help, and Jordan had ended up with a nightmare of a family after that.
He shook off the thought and kept the photo dates to himself for now.
“So, they are hers,” Owen said, turning on Knoll. “Put an APB out on her kids.”
“Now wait a minute, isn’t that jumping the gun? What if they are at the sitter’s?” Knoll argued.
Owen snapped his fingers. “Her parents, she has parents,” he told Jordan.
“So, you know where they live?”
“No.” Owen shook his head.
“I’ll find them,” Jordan said and lifted his own bag that was hanging by its strap on the back of the barstool. He pulled out his Pegasus laptop and began doing a search.
“Still, if we come up empty, get ready to start a search,” Owen told Knoll.
“Yeah, I got it,” the detective said, sounding resigned.
Jordan tried to contain his smirk, but it was hard not to.
Knoll was no match for Owen.
On the drive out to Ginny’s parents’ house, a call came in, and Owen answered it on the first ring with a slight smile.
“Hi, Mom.”
