Page 92 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

“Where are—”

“You make the calls first.”

For a moment, he stared at me but then nodded. “Alright.” He took out his phone and moved toward the window.

I found my tossed water bottle and picked it up. Most of the water was soaked into the carpet so I got another water from the fridge.

Liam’s list?

I stopped mid-sip. Had I told Donovan the papers were a list? Maybe.

I took a sip of water.

No. I hadn’t given Donovan any details about the papers. So how the fuck did he know it was a list?

I glanced over at him, and a new sort of sickness burned in my gut. Donovan had once run with the same people Liam did. He knew how to disable security systems or at least knew people who could. As the detective on the case, he’d been able to go through Lindsay’s home after the break-in. He was being pushy about wanting to be involved. I could put that off to not wanting the FBI to have the case, but it could also be very possible that he was involved in all this.

The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. Donovan knew all the crew members, and yet there wasn’t a sense of his being treated like a traitor for joining the police. That had to mean that the crew wanted him there where he could inform them of investigations or manipulate information and evidence.

Jesus fuck.

What I didn’t know was why now? Why five years after Liam’s death had his papers become so important?

I pulled out my phone and called into my voicemail to record. If I was going to die here, I wanted to make sure Donovan and everyone around him were brought down.

Donovan put his phone in his pocket.

“Well?” I asked, setting my phone on the table.

“I’m told that the girl is fine.”

I frowned. “If you know someone who knows where she is, we need to go get her.”

He held his hands up as if I were a feral animal ready to strike. I supposed I was. “I can’t just go in guns blazing, Oliver. You know that.”

“So, what do we do?”

He gave a shrug. “We can hand over the papers. Use it to draw them out so I can arrest them.”

“You do know that I don’t give a shit about the papers, right? I just want Olivia back.”

He gave me a reassuring smile. “Then hand them over. If you’d like, I can take them and do it for you.”

“They’re okay with a cop?”

He flinched, and I worried I might give away what I’d realized. “I should do it. They might suspect something if I don’t.”

He nodded. “I can follow you, be your backup.”

I blew out a breath. “I just don’t understand why this is happening now? Why didn’t they try to get the papers when Liam died?”

Donovan shrugged. “Who can understand the crew, eh?”

I shook my head. “There has to be something.”

“There’s been inner warring going on in the crew. Maybe someone learned about them and wants to use them to bring Wally down.”

“Wally? He’s the head of the crew now?” I didn’t remember Darcy sharing that with me. “Is he still a foster parent?”

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