Page 96 of Severed Rivalry
“The deputy that arrested her has a history of overstepping authority. He’s power hungry and trying to make a name for himself but doing it the wrong way. Downside is it’s an election year and the Sheriff is running for reelection so mismanagement either way is challenging.”
“How soon will we know whether it will be expunged?” Liam asks.
Christian shrugs, “A few days.”
“Days,” I grit out. “We don’t have that.”
“FOIA will take some time. Likely six to eight weeks from when it’s received, so we have a little time if she doesn’t put herself on the radar.”
“She won’t,” I say. Sariah wants no exposure, not some. None.
“What if one of us met with the FBI instead?” Christian offers.
“I could do it,” Ayla pipes in.
“No.” It’s an interesting chorus coming from Christian and Liam and my ground out voice.
“I can hold my own, you know.”
“We know, Princess, but none of us want that hell raining down on you either.”
My sister sighs.
“I could do it,” Ren says plainly.
We all look around the room at each other.
“Why would you do that?” Ayla asks.
“It needs to be done.”
That’s just Ren. Something needs to be done and he does it.
“I’m off radar. I have no connection, zero social footprint. And they’ll think twice if they know me at all. Besides, it’s my contact we’re meeting with.”
Ayla sets a hand on his forearm.
Christian nods.
Liam simply stares.
It’s my call to make. I asked for the help, and it’s my woman on the line.
“Thank you.” I grit. “I’d like to be there.”
He lifts out of his stool and grabs his helmet. “I’ll let you know when and where. It won’t be anyplace connected to any of you. See you then.” He lets himself out of the house and the rest of us are left wondering what fresh hell we’re stepping into.
“You should know,” Christian looks to Ayla who nods in encouragement, before focusing on my brother and me. “Ren is also my half-brother.” He says no more, and neither Liam nor I ask any details.
The bombs just keep dropping one after another.
28
lunch date that never was
Cian
Friday was a blur.
