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“Ocean City,” Smith announced. “What clients does he have in the area?”

Garrett came into the room with his phone to his ear.

“A car was found abandoned in a marshy area outside of Cambridge.” Garrett paused, looked at Smith, then gentled his tone. “Blood present.”

Smith was going to feel this, not because there was blood found in the car. Cambridge was south of Trappe—Billy had to have driven by his house to get to Cambridge. Which further meant, it was likely at some point while Smith was driving northwest to go back to Aria’s, Billy was driving on the opposite side of the road headed Southeast.

If that wasn’t a mindfuck I didn’t know what was.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Smith seethed. “He drove her right by us.”

“Orange building to the right is The Grand. Garrett, pull up a map on the other monitor.”

Fuck, yeah, bossy Kira meant she was on to something.

Not that Smith had caught on; he was too deep in his head to notice.

His first love had been beaten to death. Not only was this too close to the bone—his past and his present colliding in a way that would fuck with any man in this room—but he’d wasted time dwelling on shit his bitch of an ex had spewed instead of seeing the woman who was standing in front of him.

It didn’t take much to see Aria loved him. Either she was shit at hiding it or she hadn’t bothered. My bet was she hadn’t bothered. In the limited time I’d spent with the woman it was clear she was who she was, felt what she felt, and didn’t waste precious time pretending she was someone she wasn’t.

I liked her straightway.

I liked her more when her eyes went soft when she’d looked at Smith.

Smith needed a woman like Aria.

No, needed Aria.

And my brother would get what he needed.

Full stop.

How ever I had to make that happen, I would.

“From the angle of those pictures, they had to be taken from this area.” Kira pushed her chair back, uncaring she’d slammed into Smith.

The Kid Genius was in full-on genius mode.

Thank fuck.

She stopped next to the screen, pointed at the map, and bossed, “G, zoom in on Drum Point.”

The map zoomed in. She studied it, looked back at her laptop, then pointed.

“Here. This house at the end of Drum Point Road with the pool. This is where he has her.”

“Are you positive?”

Kira’s eyes cut to Smith in disgust. Our girl didn’t like to be questioned. If she gave intel, it was correct or she didn’t give it at all.

Not surprisingly, her gaze softened.

“Yes, Smith. I’m positive. Now please go get your woman and bring her home.”

Smith was out of the room like a shot, Jonas dogging his heels. Easton, Cooper and Theo followed.

“Myles, Kevin, and Layla, back to Billy’s house. Talk to the police and see if the storage manager gave them anything. We still need to tie up George’s name being on the invoice. Linc, Leo, you’re with me. We’re going to the Grasonville house. She might be pissed but the rest of those walls are coming down. We’ve got roughly seventeen hours until Captain Taylor lands and I want this shit wrapped up in a nice bow with his girl home safe.”

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