“Excavation. They plan to dig to see if they discover bones. The dogs just kept stopping and starting. After half an hour, their handlers insisted on the cops being called. They arrived pretty quickly. Once they did, the handlers walked the dogs again, and every couple of yards, the dogs signalled. So far, we’ve counted fifty. The police are placing those crime markers on each site the dogs sat on,” Phil said.
“We’ve been asked to keep away but stay local for now. Although it’s highly doubtful we’ve killed fifty people since arriving,” Callie replied with a grimace. She saw the screen in front of us as she sat down, and Harry passed her a plate of food.
“What the hell?” she demanded, half rising. Her eyes focused on Sunny, and alarm crossed her face.
Jack pushed her down. “Michelle is there, and she’s got it under control.”
“What happened, Connor?” Callie snapped, turning to him.
Connor explained, and I ended up closing my eyes. Damn, Magic! I loved him to bits, but he did go overboard.
“Pyro, before going back out, please search his items again, and confiscate any weapons he has. A gun and now a flamethrower! I dread to think what else he might have!” Callie whined.
“Sunny already checked,” Connor said, and Callie turned a beady eye on him.
“And yet, Magic somehow made a flamethrower appear from thin air!”
“I’ll look,” Pyro promised, hurrying to reassure Callie. “Are you okay?”
“No. Some of those graves will tragically belong to the missing children. Others will hold the remains of the women who were raped and tortured. And some innocent victims who simply couldn’t cope with life. A whole lot of misery is about to be exposed,” Callie replied and rubbed her eyes.
“Did you tell the police about the journal from Caroline Rawlins?” Freddie questioned.
“No, Harry, did you finish scanning it in?” Callie inquired, and Harry nodded.
“I have the footage of it being found, and of each page, plus it was scanned. Even if somebody tries to make it disappear, it can’t. I’ve called a colleague from the university I was at, trying to get them to come and verify it, but they’re unavailable.”
“Someone will be here in the morning. Let me make a call,” I said, and Pyro nodded; he knew who I’d thought of.
“At this time of night?” Callie asked.
“Callie, she’ll be here before the sun rises,” I replied, grabbing my phone. I stood up and moved to go outside. “Babe, I’ve got a job for you…” I spoke as a sleepy voice answered me. For this, I was certain she wouldn’t mind being disturbed.
Callie - Thursday
Magic, Sunny, and Michelle arrived back after the sunrise. I was already in the RV waiting for Sunny to return. I wasn’t asleep because, hey, Sunny was in danger, but I knew I also needed rest. Relief hit me when his tall, muscled form entered and swept me up in a tight hug.
“Gonna bury Magic,” he muttered. Honestly, I couldn’t blame him.
Sunny was covered in scratches and bruises. There was even a bite mark, and I was furious at Magic.
“A bit late, we found the cemetery. The police are all over it,” I retorted as Sunny stripped and headed into the shower cubicle.
“Nice going! You phoned the cops, huh?” Sunny called over the water.
“Yes, they’re on site now,” I replied loudly. Minutes later, Sunny emerged and dried himself off before crawling naked into bed with me.
I fell asleep instantly.
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“Wow, Sunny has form!” Bunny said.
“Shit, he’s hot. Let’s hope Jett ages just as well. Although he might not live that long,” a voice I vaguely recognised spoke.
“Jett isn’t going to like you eyeing my bare ass, Sinclair,” Sunny rumbled, and I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I flipped the duvet over Sunny’s butt and stared at Bunny and Sin from Rage MC.
“Sin?” I murmured, recognising the woman as Jett’s old lady.