Page 162 of Wildest Forever

“Shall I call Austin?” Riggs pipes up and that's not a bad shout. He needs to be kept in the loop with what his boss is up to. Austin is always on our side, there is no doubt about that. His loyalties will always lay with us.

“Yeah,” I nod as I find the email and wait for Riggs.

“Aust,” his voice is low, “I need you down to Pacey's office.”

He goes quiet for a moment and I look at Tripp.

“Now,” Riggs nods. “Okay cool, I'll see you in five,” his voice is tight as he cuts the phone and slides it into his back pocket.

“He's coming.”

“Figured,” Tripp smirks and Riggs punches him in the top of the arm.“Dickhead,” Tripp growls and punches him back and Riggs chuckles and I face palm myself.

“You seem uptight Pace,” Riggs points out the fucking obvious which has me turning in my chair and looking up at him.

“The fuck?” My brows knit, “why would I not be uptight? We've had someone else murdered; we have assholes gearing up to attack our homes and a fucking mole who has been working against us the whole time?!” My voice heightens, “So yeah,brotherI would say I am a little uptight.”

Riggs smiles down at me then a deep laugh escapes him.

“You're so easy to wind up,” he mutters and squeezes my neck.

“It's a lot,” I admit, turning around and stare at my computer screen.

“It is,” Tripp admits on a sigh.

“But we will figure it out, we always do. It's not going to be easy, but we will do it,” he nods, both of his arms stretching as one hand is on Tripp’s shoulder, the other is on mine.

“Live by the ranch...” his voice a rumble.

“Die by the ranch,” Tripp and I say in unison just as Austin walks through the door then glances over his shoulder.

“Sup?” he asks, and Tripp moves towards him, looking out the glass windows then locking the door behind him.“What's going on?” panic laces his voice and Tripp ushers him behind my desk and it's getting a little bit crowded. I shuffle in slightly and closer to my computer.

“Watch,” Riggs growls and I drag a deep breath into my lungs, puffing my cheeks out as I press play and I can't watch again so I turn my head to the side but it doesn't help because I can visualise every single aspect of that video.

Just another thing to haunt me.

“What. The. Fuck,” Austin's voice is loud and Riggs hums in agreement.

“Wait,” Tripp says, leaning down and reaching for my mouse.

“What?” I look at him then back to the screen as he drags the video back.

“Him, I recognise him, and I don't know why,” he admits and I pause it on the frame and try and zoom in and that's when I see it, ever so slightly.

“Aubergine boots?” I mutter and sit back, eyes wide and mouth a little laxed.

“From Randy's?” Riggs looks between me and Tripp.

“Yeah, he was talking to the girls, but he was hidden under his hat, couldn't see much of his face,” I run my fingers over my moustache and Tripp shakes his head.

“I don't think that's why I recognise him,” he stands up and then pulls his phone out before it's to his ear.

“Dreamcatcher,” his voice is soft as he talks to Dixie, “can you come to Pacey's office, I just want you to confirm something.”

We all wait with bated breath.

“Okay baby, we will see you soon. Love you more,” he whispers then ends the call, slipping it in his pocket.

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