Page 86 of Tinley's Daddy
Every time I woke up, I held her a little closer.
After the fifthtime waking up, I gave up on sleep and crawled out of bed. I showered and got dressed. I made sure Tinley’s phone was on her nightstand charging and slipped out. I headed toward the offices on the second floor. I flipped open my laptop. It rang a few minutes later.
“Morning, Randall.”
“How’s Tinley and Rayna?” He didn’t say hello. And didn’t ask about me.
“They are fine.” I rubbed my face. I looked at the time. “What are you doing up so early?” It was early for me. In Vegas, it was practically the night before.
“Can’t sleep.” He clicked away at some keys. “Ky tell you about Tinley’s interview? That’s a brave girl you got there. She held her own in the room with that perverted jackass.”
“If they can’t put something on him?—”
“Oh, no worries there. That man is done.” Randall practically cackled. “I’m talking financial, family, community, he might as well move to Turkey and try his luck here.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Especially when I saw the photo of his daughter.” Randall shook his head. “That man deserves everything that’s coming to him and more.”
His daughter. “What do you mean?”
“Kyler didn’t show you the photo of the guy’s daughter?” He tapped the screen. “She looks too much like someone we know.”
I studied the photo, expanded it to zoom in on her face. She and Tinley could be sisters. “Sick bastard.” I grunted under my breath. Yeah, that man would have to pay.
“But he gave us enough to figure out where he found Tinley and we shut the site down and are working on identifying more creeps like him in the United States.” Randall sat back.
“Thanks for staying on top of it.” I leaned forward. “Did you listen in on her interview?”
“Naw.” He rocked in his chair. “I did get a copy of her journal, though. She turned it over to Stanley.”
“You think you can find every one of them?”
“Won’t stop until I do.” He yawned.
His yawns were contagious. I rubbed my eyes and closed them.
“You look like you need more sleep.”
“I’ll sleep later.” I blinked my eyes open and stood up.
“When?”
“When I know she’s mine.”
Randall smirked and waved before the line went dead.
I worked for a few hours. Tried to keep my mind in the present and not worry about what was going to happen in the future. Being the COO of Grant Enterprises was the world I could control.
I didn’t notice Tinley until she stood next to me. Her pajamas were all twisted up and one side of her hair had escaped its braid. She rubbed her eyes and set her hands on my arm.
“Good morning, sweet T.” I pushed my chair back, and she crawled into my lap and rested her head against my chest.
“Morning.” She yawned and settled in.
“You sleep well?” I rubbed her back.
“Yep.” She nodded. “You weren’t in bed.”
