Page 192 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

“T-Bone and Saint. Got it. Know what they drive?”

Nox gave whoever was on the other end of the line descriptions of the vehicles and Harleys he’d seen them both use.

“Descriptions of both bikers,” was demanded next.

Nox gave the no-nonsense man that, too.

“Got their real names?”

He certainly did, so he shared that info before offering, “I can also get you their mugshots.”

“I can do that myself.”

“How?” Nox asked in surprise.

Of course, he didn’t get an answer.

He was starting to get a good inkling on who Magnum called. A source Nox never would have approached on his own since they did sketchy shit to get the job done. But he knew the Shadows were good. So good, they managed to keep their own asses out of prison despite how much illegal shit they pulled. No matter how deep they got mired in shit, they always somehow emerged squeaky clean. It was a goddamn skill for sure.

“Shadows” was the perfect descriptor for the team of mercenary veterans.

Magnum told the man on the phone, “You find her, you find them, then you let me handle their fuckin’ asses.”

“You got it, brother. We’ll take it from here, then I’ll let you take it from there.”

The call ended abruptly.

“Who was that?” Nox hoped to confirm his suspicion.

“Don’t fuckin’ worry ‘bout it. Got this. That’s all you gotta know. They can find a fuckin’ goldfish flushed down a city sewer. Now… Guess I gotta finish the job the Sicilians started. Touchin’ me or mine is a guaran-fuckin’-teed way to meet your goddamn maker. Whether it’s the man above or the devil below.”

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Nox was temptedto call his brothers to assist, especially Finn and Rez, but he really didn’t want them getting caught up in anything illegal. And there was no doubt Aaliyah’s father would leave no stone unturned to find her. No matter what the Knights’ sergeant at arms had to do to flip over those damn stones.

For now, Nox would let Magnum do what he needed to do with the help of the Shadows and he’d keep his brothers out of it. However, he would take a ride over to the motel to see if T-Bone and Saint were stupid enough to take her there.

Truthfully, he hoped they were. It would make the search for Liyah easy and short.

“When you find him, I want to spend some time with him,” Nox informed Magnum as he followed him out the front door.

Her father said nothing.

“He took what’s mine.”

That statement got the man’s attention like he figured it would.

Magnum slammed to a stop and spun on him. A muscle jumped in his cheek as he growled, “She ain’t fuckin’ yours. She’s mine.” He slapped a hand against his massive chest. “My blood. My responsibility. You’re only fuckin’ temporary. A toy for her to play with. You and your pig bullshit put her and my grandsons at risk.”

“Those are a lot of assumptions you’re making.”

“What part wasn’t fuckin’ true?”

“You want to blame me for this when we’re not even sure what happened yet. But even if it has to do with me being a cop or on the task force, that means if I caused it, she’s my responsibility. And as for temporary, you only hope that’s true.”

Magnum leaned in closer. “You’re fuckin’ temporary. I’ll make sure of it.”

Do your bestwas on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed it back down. They had no time to waste so he needed to let it go. For now.

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