“Not since the party,” I lie, hoping he didn’t check her phone records.
“She’s missing.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I say, frowning as if I’m also concerned.“How long has she been gone?”
“Since sometime last night.”
“Is there any reason why she might be gone? Could she have run away?” I ask, wondering what this fucker’s going to say. Of course he won’t admit to being a piece of shit father, but I’d love to hear his excuses.
“She can be headstrong.”
“So, she could have run away. Do you have any reason to believe she could have been kidnapped?”
“No. I don’t have any enemies.”
“That you know of,” I add, trying not to smirk. He’s got one standing right in front of him.
“None of my associates would dare touch my daughters.” He puffs his chest.
“How do you know that for sure? I’ve heard you don’t work with the most reputable of businessmen.” I’m pursuing this because I might be able to send him sniffing around somewhere else. If he thinks she may have been kidnapped, then he won’t come back to the clubhouse looking for her.
“We found her car down the road behind that abandoned liquor store.” LeBlanc points in that direction.
“Rougarou Liquor?”
“I don’t know what it’s called,” he says impatiently.
“If it was behind the store, how did you find it?” I ask, curious.
Is he tracking her car? Does she have anything else with her that he could be using to locate her? He might already know that she’s inside. The thought puts me on even higher alert.
“My men got lucky,” he says.
Somehow, I really doubt that. I’ll have Fang check anything she brought with her into the clubhouse to make sure it’s clean. The last thing we need are cops or feds crawling around with a warrant.
“I hope you find your daughter,” I say with as much sincerity as I can fake.
“If you see her, call me.” LeBlanc hands me one of his business cards.
I glance at it before stuffing it into a pocket in my cut.“Will do.”
As soon as he gets into his sleek black SUV, I cross my arms over my chest. I don’t leave the porch until he’s gone.
Heading inside, I go straight to where Fang is standing. He’s by one of the windows with Ice and Tank. They were listening into our conversation.
“I need you to—”
“Check her shit,” Fang cuts me off.“Give me everything she’s got with her and I’ll search for tracking devices.”
“Could there be anything inside her body?” I ask.
“What, like one of those tracking chips for dogs?” Fang scowls.“I mean, it’s possible. Someone would have to check her for incisions.”
“I’ll do it,” Bones says, chuckling because he knows exactly how to piss me off.
“The fuck you will.” I stomp upstairs and find Blue cowering by the window. Apparently, she overheard the entire conversation I had with her father.“Babe, I’m going to have Fang check your stuff to make sure your father can’t track you anymore.”
“Is that how he found the car?” she asks, trembling.