As he walks off, I scrub my forehead. “Let me phone Grey’s mom.”
“I thought she wasn’t talking to her mom,” Sol points out.
“It’s worth a shot.”
I dial Marion’s number. It goes straight to voicemail.
Dammit.
Finn walks back to us. His eyes are dark beneath the street lights. A foreboding feeling slams in my gut.
For some inexplicable reason, I have the feeling that the worst is about to happen.
“What?” Sol breathes out.
“I found something, but…”
“But what?”
Finn squeezes his eyes shut.
I fly past Dutch and grab Finn by the collar, shaking him. “For the love of—if you clam up on me now, Finn, I will beat you to a pulp. Where ismy wife?”
“What did your contact say?” Sol asks, glancing between me, Dutch and Finn.
“He tracked the girls’ movements over the past few days.”
“And?”
“They’ve been shopping for baby clothes.”
I wheel back. “Cadence was looking for baby clothes?”
Dutch staggers like someone punched him. Sol quickly grabs him by the arm to hold him up.
“He got a hold of their hospital records too,” Finn says.
“Is that legal?” Sol blurts. And then he smacks his forehead. “Stupid question. This is the yakuza we’re talking about. What did the hospital records say?”
Finn glances at Dutch.
“Is Cadey…” Dutch wheezes.
“Cadey’s pregnant,” Finn declares.
My twin hangs his head in his hands and exhales shakily.
I want to congratulate him, but Finn has me in his chokehold of a gaze.
“What?” I sputter.
“Zane…” Finn blinks, “so is Grey.”
His words echo around me, bouncing in my skull like a game of ping pong.
Then it hits.
The sky falls and I threaten to crumple into the ground. Too many emotions. I can’t pick one. Surprise. Elation. Worry. Fear.