Page 7 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

ChapterFour

Ramsey

The phone rings in my pocket and I pull it out, glancing over at Declan before I look at the screen. He is super pissed off, but there’s not much that can be done about it right now.

“Mrs. Travers?” I ask, answering the phone to Layton’s mum. “Layton is here…”

“No, it’s you I want to talk to,” she says, interrupting me.

“Oh?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at Layton.

He scowls at me and turns away.

Suspicion descends and I grit my teeth. “What can I do for you?” I ask.

“I just wanted to let you know your mum is here with us,” she says in a consoling tone. “Just in case you want her.”

“Excuse me?” I blurt out. “What do you mean?”

“Her ashes, Ramsey,” she says solemnly.

“Oh,” I growl and march over to Layton, rapping him on the shoulder fiercely and then giving him the finger when he turns reluctantly around.

He gives me a sheepish smile.

“Well, thanks, but it’s okay. Just scatter them wherever,” I say into the phone.

“I’ll keep her, dear. Just in case.”

“Fine. Thanks,” I mutter just so that I can end this conversation and pummel Layton’s face into the ground.

I hang up, pocket my phone and then bunch my hand into a fist.

He grabs it before I smash his nose into the back of his head. “Hold on a minute,” he says calmly. “This wasn’t my doing. I only found out about it after she’d already claimed her. I told her not to stick her nose in, but you know how she is. Good churchgoing woman.”

I relax slightly. “If she rings me up again about it, I won’t be as polite…” I mutter.

“I’ll tell her – again,” Layton says.

As if on cue, my phone rings again. I whip it out with a death stare to my mate, but then I hastily answer it when I see who it is.

“Mick,” I say when I answer.

“What can I do for you?” he asks curtly.

“I need to know if you can find someone for me.”

I wave my hand at Declan in a shushing motion as he has come marching over when he heard me. I didn’t want to say anything until I’d spoken to Mick. He is Scouse born and bred and knows everything about anything in his city.

“Who?” he asks suspiciously.

“A woman. Her name is Ruby, and she is somewhere in your city. We need to find her.”

“Need a bit more than that.”

“She is about five-three, long dark hair, green eyes and a badass attitude that you cannot mistake on anyone else,” I say with a smile.

“Sounds like my kinda girl,” Mick grates out.

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