“I had hoped this conversation would have happened a lot differently, but we are having it, nonetheless. Some of the guys and I met with the FBI at their request, and the agent we spoke with asked me for your help.”
“My help?” Her breathing pattern was almost back to normal, but I was about to drop the shocking news and obliterate her.
“They seem to think you can help find your mom.”
“As in, she’s missing and hasn’t been avoiding me this entire time?” Her eyes closed as she leaned her head back, no doubt blaming herself for this, too.
I had to proceed with caution. One wrong word and Ginger would spiral out of control. “They didn’t elaborate on much, only that they believed if anyone could find her, you could.”
“Wait. Why are they looking for her in the first place?” She quickly snapped out of the trance she seemed to be in, her eyes connecting with mine.
One of the reasons I appreciated Ginger was that she stood out from most of the women I had been around. She was fearless, but she didn’t see it. Not only that, she was unbelievably smart. A trait I usually appreciated, but not at this particular moment. Agent McFaye said she was trying to be helpful by not inviting Ginger to attend the meeting with us Bastards. In reality, she wanted me to do her dirty work. Standing a mere four feet from Ginger as she let go of hope she’d clung to, it was undeniable now.
“They believe the last man on our list abducted her.”
“Shit,” her gorgeous lips cursed. “What am I going to do?” She needed comfort, but I didn’t know how to be that for her. I didn’t know it was possible to not like Agent McFaye anymore than I already did, but it absolutely fucking was. I fucking despised that insufferable woman for making me be the one to break Ginger’s heart even more.
“We’ll find her,” I uttered the words, and as I spoke them, I didn’t know if I believed them. For her sake, I hoped she believed me, though. She needed something to cling to, to keep her grounded amongst this crisis. I understood it wasn’t much, but there was not anything else to be said.
“What do we do first?”
“Go see my Aunt Hadley,” I breathed.
