Page 124 of Sweet Sin

Nothing yet, but she seems in okay spirits.

Good. I’ll keep in touch. You ping me if anything happens.

Will do.

Leif and I head to his car. I take the passenger seat as he pulls up information on his phone.

“I’m accessing some resources,” he says. “It’s usually pretty quick.”

I wait. The minutes seem like hours.

Until—

“Eureka,” Leif says. “Miles McAllister’s address in Austin. A gated community with a lot of security, of course. His father, Declan McAllister, has even more security, but I’ve got the addresses. And I’ve gotten through tight security on more than one occasion.”

“Where do we go first?”

He continues to fiddle with his phone. “First I’m checking flight manifestations to Vegas, and other places where you can get married quickly.”

“Good. What if they’re traveling under aliases?”

“Got that covered.”

Okay, then. I don’t ask any more questions. If Leif’s got it covered, it’s covered.

“Nothing on the flight manifests,” he says. “So we check the younger McAllister’s house first, right?”

“I don’t know. You said his father’s got better security.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m thinking that’s where we go then.”

“It’s your call. Your woman.”

Damn.

My call? So if I’m wrong, I may not find Savannah in time?

I rub my temples and then the back of my sore neck. “I don’t know, Leif. I don’t fucking know.”

Leif pierces me with his ice blue gaze. “What’s your instinct? Say you’re back on the inside, and you’re in this predicament. What is your instinct telling you to do?”

“The father’s house.” I say without hesitation.

“I’m on it.”

Leif plugs the address into his GPS, and we’re off.

36

SAVANNAH

We arrive at Declan McAllister’s home. A servant answers the door and lets us in.

Maggie McAllister, Miles’s mother, greets us. She’s a beautiful woman in her early sixties, but she’s meek and quiet.

Miles kisses her cheek. “Hello, Mother.”

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