“I steal.” She says it so matter-of-factly, so confidently, that no one bats a lash. “I hack the accounts of men like Abel Hayes, Trenton Neal, and Peter Aguilar, and I funnel their cash out. I take what I need to keep my mission afloat, then I dump the rest in charity accounts that help girls in bad situations.”
“Tell me about your sister?” Kane’s voice is deep and serious, where Spence’s smile is the opposite. “Why are you on this mission?”
“She was my baby, just like Jay was yours. They snatched her in the three seconds I wasn’t looking, and a few weeks later, dumped her body and left her to be found.” Soph’s eyes blaze with anger. “She was fifteen years old, a virgin, and so pure, I was scared of tainting her. Then those mongrels got their hands on her and broke her. I haven’t stopped looking since.”
“Are you close? To finding your guy,” Kane adds. “What do you know?”
“I know I want to talk to the guy who came in here earlier. He’s our next step.”
Spence pops up with excess energy and clips an extra-long barreled gun into his thigh holster. “I’m gonna get the pliers. Riggs can be on the–”
Angelo clears his throat with a loud, exaggerated cough and gives Spencethelook, the look every man has mastered when he has something to hide. And considering Kane already said Angelo is blood in, I can get a fairly clear picture of what he wants to remain unsaid. “I think you gotta learn the art of subtlety, Spencer. They didn’t teach you that in ranger school?”
“Nope. Let’s go, motherfuckers. I’ve been in withdrawal lately. I haven’t hurt anyone in months.”