Page 217 of Saving Her

“Call it intuition.” I keep staring at my reflection, keep wishing for a better outlook to appear. I can’tnotbelieve her. I won’t let my faith in her be anything other than one hundred percent.

“Well, you made the right decision,” he mutters.

My gaze snaps to his, my brain taking a few seconds to catch up. “Meaning?”

“Meaning, there’s been another incident.”

I push from the armrest, the liquor sloshing in my glass. “What kind of incident?”

“With one of the rescued women. There was a break and enter. Masked men. Ski masks. Guns. They took nothing but shot the place up pretty good.”

I keep my responses to myself. The guilt. The intense anger.

Penny predicted this. She fucking knew it.

“Didn’t you have men on her? You said you were going to arrange security.”

“I said I would get in contact with Benji to get their location. But he didn’t answer my calls.”

Fucking Benji.

“Nobody died,” he continues. “Not yet, anyway. But time will tell. Apparently, the woman took a few bullets and lost a lot of blood. She’s currently in ICU.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I throw back the remainder of the scotch and pace.

I can’t ask the questions hammering into me. I can’t speculate. Because if Torian is anything like me, he’ll turn the spotlight of blame firmly on my brother.

“Robert must have worked over one of my assets,” he says around a gulp of liquor. “Maybe someone at the airport put a tracker on Ben’s car. Or accessed bank records to get location receipts.”

It’s a long shot. Too fucking long for Torian to be aiming at.

“You think so?” I plant my feet and scrub a hand over my mouth, my neck.

“No.” He narrows his eyes on me, waiting, tormenting. “I don’t know how he’s finding them.” He shrugs, losing the hint of suspicion. “But the resources of my father and his men no longer surprise me. The one thing Idoknow is that we need to shut this down, and quick.”

I keep rubbing my neck, attempting to relieve the tension building at the base of my skull. “What about those women? When are you going to start protecting them?”

“It’s done. Benji gave me the details when he called for me to open the gate. Men are on their way now.”

On their way to where?

I want to know those details. I need to find out if Benji took so long to get here because he was one of the shooters. “You don’t want me to go for a drive and bring them back to Portland?”

“No. I don’t want them any closer than they already are. I need to remain distanced from my father’s mistakes. For now, they’re safe.” He places his empty glass on the coffee table. “You should get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.”

I nod, not turning from my tormented reflection in the glass as he walks from the room.

My headache returns full force. My stomach wants to revolt.

I need answers,goddamnit.

I have to know if Benji is involved. If he has anything to do with Abi’s death or this afternoon’s shooting.

I have to fucking know.

The longer I stand here without a clue, without fucking grounding, the more I picture my brother doing stupid, unforgivable shit.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I snarl. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ.”

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