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They took one shower, both freaked a little by the fact that their fathers were right next door to them. They also hadn’t realized how much the day took from them.
When Wyatt finally lay his head on the pillow, the emotions flooded him at the loss of his roommate.
“I’m so sorry, Wyatt,” she whispered.
“He was a good guy. A little on the wild side, but he was a decent roommate and a damn fine pilot. Whoever killed him is going to pay for this.”
“Maybe we should try and find that woman who attempted to drug you the night we found one another again.”
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. She was definitely pissed off at me, but it had more to do with my lying about my pay.”
“Maybe that’s all a ruse,” said Ulani. “She could have been fishing for something else. I don’t know. None of it makes any sense. All of the women in question are American. We think they’re all between the ages of twenty-two and twenty-six, all attractive.”
“What about body and hair?” asked Wyatt.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, Mick had a very particular type. He didn’t like girls with dark hair and dark eyes. He hated someone with a fake tan. If it was natural, he loved it, and he could usually tell the difference. He always seemed to roll toward the blonde or light-redhead, blue or green eyes. What about the others?”
“I don’t think we even began to make any of those connections. The others are going to interview the pilots tomorrow. I’ll ask them to look into that,” she whispered. She kissed him, rolling into his arms.
“Sleep,” he said against her forehead, kissing her. “Tomorrow, we dig in deep.”
“Wyatt?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Much like their first night together, Wyatt slept later than Ulani. When he woke, he heard the movement in the house, smelled the coffee and bacon, and immediately jumped up and dressed.
Downstairs, almost everyone was waiting for him, except Moose, Nate, and Tobias, who were on base, ready to interview the pilots who’d previously been taken.
“Good morning,” smiled Ulani, handing him his coffee. He kissed her, and she could hear the low growl of her father. “Dad. You said you were okay with all this.”
“I am. I am. Wyatt’s a good man but seeing anyone kissing my little girl is going to take a while to get used to. You have to remember, it’s not like you gave me opportunities to get my aggression out before now. He’s the first.”
“Lucky me,” mumbled Wyatt. “What’s the plan today beyond talking to the pilots?” They all looked at Ulani, recognizing that this was her case. She felt a swell of pride in her chest and smiled at them.
“I think we have a lot to do. We’ve got to get some descriptions of the women who approached the pilots. We need to see if any of the bars have video footage from the nights the pilots were drugged, and I think we have to find a way to figure out why all this is happening.”
“How do we do that?” smirked Rush.
“We do what we do best. Kick over a few hornets’ nests.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Asa Morris brought the pilots together and into a room on base. It was removed from the common areas, and the hallways were relatively quiet to avoid looky-loos.
“Gentlemen, this is Quentin Davis, Zane Jackson, Lucas White, and Daniel Martinez. They were all affected by this at different times. Usually, eight to ten days apart. Zane was the first.” He looked at the pilots. “These men are here to get your statements. Cooperate. Clear?”
“Yes, sir,” they said in unison.
“Can we ask who you are?” asked Lucas. “I mean, we’ve been interviewed by base command, CID, just about everyone.”
“We’re with Voodoo Guardians,” said Moose.
