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“No. Why?”

Conner shuffled a few papers around. “Because there are prints on it that aren’t hers. They belong to…”

“Sean McPhee,” Nikoli finished for him, a smug sense of satisfaction purring through his tone.

“Who?”

Who the fuck was Sean McPhee?

“The security guard who works at her hospital. The one who brought the package to her in the first place. The one who ‘rescued’ her in the hallway.” Kade grinned. “We got the motherfucker.”

“Then go get the motherfucker and bring me my girl.”

“We need to call Lang.” Kade took out his phone and called the detective, who actually answered his phone. Seemed Kade’s lunch with the commissioner did some good. He explained what Conner found in the report but failed to mention Nik’s hacking. The detective agreed it was a lead, and Kade told him he’d meet him at the station.

“She’ll be here soon, Mason. We got her.”

“Nik, find out everything there is to know about him.” Conner kept his eyes on the file, reading. “If this fucker is as crazy as I think he is, he’s not going to tell us where he’s keeping Jo. He’ll let her die before he tells us what we need to find her. I’m not taking that chance on mysestra’slife.”

His sister.

All the brothers had taken to calling her that. She was their sister, and they’d fight as hard for her as they did for any of the other women.

Nik nodded and went back to typing.

Kade took off for the police station, while Nik worked quietly and Conner read and reread every word in the file.

Viktor called and interrupted the silence. “The cops came to the hospital, but McPhee isn’t working today. They’re getting a warrant for his apartment now.”

Mason thanked his brother and tried to keep breathing.

Being stuck here in this damn bed was killing him. His girl was in danger, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

Wetness hit his cheeks, and he turned his face away from his brothers, not wanting them to see him break down. Men weren’t supposed to cry. That was what his Papa taught him.

“Mason.”

“What?” he answered Conner.

“It’s okay to feel what you’re feeling. I’ve been there. There’s nothing worse than being helpless, unable to move to help the person you love.”

Mason looked at his brother, as did Nikoli. There was an honest brutality in his expression, a pain so raw and deep, it took Mason’s breath away. Somehow, somewhere, his brother had lost the person he loved, and the wound ate at him. How had they never seen this before?

“I can’t tell you not to worry, because this might end up on the wrong side of right, but I’ll be here for you if it does. We all will.”

Mason’s hand flexed, and Conner gripped it.

“I’m sorry for whoever you lost, Conner.”

Conner nodded and squeezed his hand. “No matter what, I’ll bring her to you. You’ll get to hold her, even if we have to bury her. I promise.”

Had he not been able to hold the woman he loved before he had to bury her? Or man? Conner was into both men and women, much to most of his family’s discomfort. Not Mason, though. If he loved someone, man or woman, Mason would be grateful. Conner needed all the love he could get.

“Thank you.”

Conner nodded. “I found the little shits who stole the money. They agreed to confess.”

“How did you get them to agree to that?”

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