Page 19 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

I turned to the door, and Reese stuck to my back. I shook my head and pulled open the door.

“They said I would find you down here.”

You had to be fucking kidding me.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I growled.

Ransom smirked. “Got a call from one of the detectives, and they asked me if I could help them out for a couple of days.” He pushed into my room, and I stepped to the side. Reese stayed behind me, and I felt the heat of her body against my back.

“And I bet you shit a rainbow when you heard the call go out for Sons of Sin,” I growled.

Ransom shrugged and moved over to the open closet. “Not really. The call was 10-54. I was afraid I was going to be looking at your dead ass.” He turned his eyes on me and tipped his head to the side. “But I can see you’re not dead,” he stepped to the side, “and neither is the body attached to you.”

Reese peeked around me and waved. “Hey. Do you two know each other?” She slapped my shoulder. “See, this is when you might need to bribe him or something.”

Dear god.

Ransom raised his eyebrow. “Bribe?”

I pulled Reese from out behind me. “I’m not bribing anyone, woman.”

She brushed her hands down her shirt and grumbled. “Don’t call me woman. I was just thinking out loud.”

“Then you need to stop thinking out loud if those are the damn thoughts you have.”

Ransom put his hands in his pockets. “You want me to give you two a minute?”

I wanted Ransom out of my room, and hell, Reese could follow right behind him. I didn’t want anything to do with Ransom, and I knew I did not want to be a part of the strange shit that Reese was about to dive into to find her friend. “No. You can get out of my room and take Reese with you. You can help her more than I can.”

That had Ransom’s interest piqued. “Help her?”

“My Kerry is missing, and Brain is dead.”

He tipped his head to the side. “You don’t happen to be friends with Luna or Greta, do you?”

“Uh,” Reese murmured. “I don’t know who either of those people is. Should I?”

Ransom glanced at me. “It’s fucking uncanny how much she reminds me of Luna and Greta. Hell, maybe even Meg.”

“Her friend is missing, and one of the last people to have seen her is dead down the hallway.”

“Your friend is Kerry, and that guy's name is Brain?” Ransom clarified.

“Ding, ding,” Reese laughed. “You figured it out even though I forgot a few words.” Reese sighed. “Words are hard.”

Ransom stepped back and blew out a breath. “This was Meg twenty years ago, man.”

He wasn’t wrong. “Ask her what she does for a living.”

A smirk spread across Ransom’s mouth. “What do you do?”

Reese looked from me to Ransom. “Uh, well, I own Layers Bakery downtown. I do a little bit of everything, but cake decorating is my jam.”

“God damn,” Ransom laughed. “You are Meg.”

I got that vibe from her right a way. I hadn’t really thought about it until Ransom said it out loud.

Reese raised her hand. “Who is Meg, and is it a good thing that I remind you two of her so much?”

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