Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
"I think you all have that covered." She gives a small laugh.
“So?” Dad smirks, his attention coming to me. “If we don’t have a name, how do we get it?”
“Medical records are harder to get,” I answer. They take longer. That would take a few days. “But there has to be a police report, right? The Lexus girl killed a few people. Might even be in jail already.”
“Right.” Dad gives a nod of approval, rolling his chair closer to his desk. “Let me see what I can find.” He clicks away.
I’m not the worst with technology, but I’m nowhere near the level of my dad, Marks, or my cousin. They can read code like it’s nothing. It takes me more time. I’m best with numbers, and my dad swears I’m good at reading people.
War moves around the desk to stand behind my dad and watch. He's worse than any of us with computers. His wife, Tova, might even be better than him.
"You're not finding anything."
"Oh, I found something." Dad glances over to Kinsley. "The full story isn't checking out. There was an accident, but it shows a hit-and-run. No girl."
"Holy crap," Kinsley whispers. "So the police are, like, in on it?" Now her eyes are wider than I've ever seen them.
"That means the chief of police would have to be involved." War adds.
"Are you fucking serious?" I ask. This makes it a whole lot bigger than we realized. Who knows how extensive whoever's reach is that is producing this drug?
"This might sound crazy," Kinsley says, "and I could be way off base, but I'm going to guess you're friends with the chief in some way."
"Some," War half agrees.
"And if you don't know about this, and then there is a dead girl in your warehouse—"
"Exactly." Ronan nods. "I also don't like that this scene is around high schoolers. It could mean nothing. Just an easy way to start selling the drugs. Kids have money, or—"
"Another target pointed to us," War finishes.
"But what would that do? They're going to raid our homes and arrest us?" I shake my head. That doesn't make sense, or fuck, maybe it does.
"They would do that? I didn't think—" Kinsley doesn't finish. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
The Marinos, in most eyes, are untouchable, but no one truly is. When you start to believe that, that is when people will strike. You always have to keep your guard up.
“No one is untouchable,” War says. “We need to get up to speed on this and ahead of it. Figure out who the fuck is behind all of it.”
“I might have an idea to find out the girl's name.” Everyone's attention swings over to Kinsley. “Faster, I mean.”
“Whatcha got, Bunny?” I ask her.
“My mom. When things interest her, she scribbles them down in these notebooks she keeps. I bet she has notes on the girl.”
“And you think you can get those notes?” War asks. “Steal them from your own mother?”
“I wouldn't steal them. I’d look and take a few pictures.” War’s eyes flick between the two of us. Now all my uncles and Dad are nodding.
“All right, let’s see who can find the girl first,” I say, standing, pulling my bunny up with me.
“Really?” Kinsley bounces on her heels, more than up for this.
“Let’s see what you guys got.” Dad’s words are directed at me.
This is a job or task. Not the first he’s sent me or my brothers on, and it won’t be the last.
Yeah, this is a whole lot bigger than we thought. Kinsley is going to see what a life with me would be like, and I’m going to find out how she handles it.
Chapter Twenty-Six
KINSLEY
“This is a test, isn’t it?” I ask, sitting in the passenger seat of Jax’s Charger. We’re headed to the hospital. My mom’s notes will be in her office. She keeps them there.
“You’re doing fine,” he tries to reassure me.
“That was intense.” I let out a nervous laugh because that shit is still lingering. I was just in a room with three of the scariest and most feared men in the city while discussing business. Me! A no one. This is all so surreal.
“You’ll get used to them.” I glance over at Jax. I’m not sure. They had been nice and were going to do some digging of their own.
War and Jax’s dad, Z, are going to reach out to the chief regarding the girl from the party because Jax and Damon were there. That won’t look too suspicious. I guess to feel him out.
“This is crazy. You know that. I’ve gone from a normal girl to mixed up with dead teens, and the chief of police may be in on it.”
“He’s likely in on a cut of profit.”
“Right,” I laugh again. “Because that’s just a logical thought process.” I puff out a breath. I do know that when you want to figure out what is going on, you follow two things: the money and the love interest.