Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
"I haven't spoken with her," I tell him. "What I do know is that she texted back, and it wasn't to tell him to leave her alone. This all escalated from that one text until, I guess, the argument on her front porch the other day."
I pull up images I got from gaining access to Morgan's phone and move them so the guys can see them on the television screen hanging on the far wall.
They're quite explicit almost immediately, and I had to blur out some of the graphic images Morgan sent to the guy.
"Jesus," Bandera mumbles as he looks away.
"I’ll need to speak with her before we know more, but I can tell you that whoever this guy is, he's good at what he's doing. He's very capable of hiding in the shadows and making himself known only to others when he wants it to happen," I explain.
"Was the first meeting even by chance?" Twisted asks with a scowl on his face.
"I'm not so sure it was," I answer honestly. "I've traced some of her steps, and as easily as he hid his face from the cameras during the instances that we know of, I've found several more videos prior to their first meeting at the restaurant where there's a shadow of a man. It's very possible he placed himself there to be seen by her exactly when he wanted it to happen."
Finding that made me realize this may be a lot more sinister than we initially thought. What the guy has done has taken a lot of planning and forethought. Most criminals slip up somewhere or don't consider something that eventually gets them caught. From what I can tell so far, this guy has been very meticulous.
"When did he first show up?" Bandera asks.
"The day we got to Vegas," I answer. "At least from what I can tell."
"So it can't be related to Cerberus, right?" Twisted asks. "This for sure isn't from Tkachenko's crew."
"It doesn't look like it is," I supply. "But we're still working different angles to make sure. On that note, Tkachenko and Vasilev have both been released from jail."
"What the fuck?" Heathen snaps.
"They were being held on EPA violations, and the jails are overrun with violent criminals. The judge didn't consider them a danger to others," I remind him.
"They had the proof of trafficking from their raid on his house and the house where the girls were living," Heathen snaps.
"They had speculation, but not one woman has stepped forward to make allegations about him hurting them and forcing them into marriage," I say, feeling just as annoyed at what is happening where those bastards are concerned.
"Bail was posted at ten million dollars for each of them, which was the best the judge could do. I'm looking into any links between the judge and the organization. But so far, I haven't found anything suggesting that particular judge is on their payroll," I say as I look in Heathen's direction. "There isn't a bug moving on this property that I don't know about. Kaylee and Morgan are safe here."
"Who’s sitting on those two pieces of shit right now?" Bandera asks.
"Whiskey got in last night," I say.
"Who?" Heathen growls.
"Spencer Blanton," I explain. "He's the newest member of Cerberus Vegas. He's watching Vasilev and Tkachenko for us right now."
"My wife is here," Heathen growls.
"And Morgan," Twisted adds, as if he's already invested in the woman somehow.
"What does that have to do with anything?" I ask.
"If there's going to be a strange man around the house my wife is at, I think I need to know."
Wishing I had taken my contacts out and traded them for my glasses, I press my fingers between my eyebrows, the headache only growing bigger. I pull in a deep breath, knowing I'm going to explain further, all the while knowing I shouldn't have to.
"Kincaid handpicked Whiskey the same way he handpicked all of you. He's one of us," I assure them. "Now, unless there's anything else that needs to be discussed, I need a refill."
I hold up my empty coffee cup. I'm not going to get a break anytime soon. I'm not comfortable knowing as little about this guy as I've been able to find, and I have no plans of resting until we can identify him.
I stand, following the guys out of the room.
Heathen makes a beeline to Kaylee, as I knew he would.
Seeing Morgan Spence for the first time in person almost takes my breath away. She's positively gorgeous. I knew that from the photos I researched, but those captured moments in time have nothing on her in person. Now I fully understand why Twisted has already gotten a little territorial over the woman.
When she lifts her eyes to me, the coffee cup in her hands drops, hitting the floor at her feet and shattering into a million pieces.