Page 150 of Beautifully Shattered
“Probably,” he laughs. “You know your sister offered to join me and Jols.”
I hold my hand up to his face. “Don’t say another fucking word. I don’t want to hear what my sister gets up to.”
JD chuckles. “You don’t have to worry about me and her, man. She has all the Marx men she needs to satisfy her libido.”
“I’m not fucking opposed to punching you!” I snap.
“Fine. Okay. I’ll stop.”
Glancing at each other, we both burst out laughing, right as my phone starts ringing. Taking it out, I see Griffin’s name flash across the screen, and show JD who it is before I hit accept, moving through the crowd to step outside.
“Speak,” I bark, hearing him chuckle.
“I swear, sometimes I have to check my phone to see if I called Barrett. You two are the same fucking person.”
“That’s why only one of us can be in the country at once. Too much fucking awesomeness and all that.”
Griffin scoffs. “Fucking hell. You both have the same ego, too. Why the fuck do you sound like you’re in a good mood?”
“Just am. What can I do for you?”
“It’s more like what I can do for you. Or more specifically, your wife.”
My smile drops. “I’m listening.”
“I’ve been showing pictures of your wife’s cunt mother and her sisters to my girls at the club, and Minnie came in earlier and said she’s positive she spotted them at the Redfield supermarket this arvo.”
“Fuck. Really?” I ask, my heart speeding up with the possibility.
“Yeah, it was a few hours ago. I fucking tore into her for not calling me straight away, but she said she wasn’t sure it was them.”
“Fuck.” I rake my hand through my hair. “So how do we find out?”
“Already sorted.” Griffin chuckles. “Had one of my hackers get into the store cameras. It was them.”
“Okay. Well, that’s a start. Is there any way to track them?”
“Nah, we tried that. Redfield isn’t exactly high tech. We lost them as they crossed Murray’s Bridge.”
“Fuck,” I huff, my shoulders dropping.
I would have loved nothing more than to give Abbey this information and be able to tell her we know where they are.
“I know it’s not exactly what you were hoping for, but it does mean they are close. And Icantell you where they will be next Sunday around two in the afternoon.”
My brows shoot into my fucking hairline. “The supermarket?”
“Yep. We went back through the footage. For the last four Sundays, the mother has come in with both daughters, filled up a shopping cart, and left again, heading over Murray’s Bridge.”
“Fuck. Yes!” I grin wide.
“Wish I could be there to see your wife’s face when you tell her.” Griffin chuckles.
“Shit… I can’t tell her.” I groan.
“Why the fuck not?”
“Well, what if we go there on Sunday and they don’t show? I can’t fucking bear to disappoint her.”
