Page 14 of Reclaiming Chaos
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yeah, well, you didn’t have to. The fact you called me in search of your answers tells me all I need to know. Your instinct must be telling you something seems off.”
“You a mind reader, Gwen?”
“Nope. Not one of my talents. But you know, if it turns out she is wanted, and the evidence is solid, my sister can scry and help you locate her. There are a few of us gifted like that.”
“You do know my brother Walker is a tracker, right?”
“Yeah, and wouldn’t it just crawl up his hide if we found your person first,” she teased.
At least I thought it was a tease. It might have been a challenge.
“How much time do you need to locate the documents?”
“It looks like it’s sealed. So, I need one more minute.” The keystrokes came faster. “Huh.”
“What?” I asked.
“There’s nothing in the file besides an affidavit from someone named Reginald Russell. Looks like the complaint is that she stole a book that was company property. Since when does theft of a book give enough cause to issue a federal warrant?”
“That’s what I was afraid of. Mr. Russell must have friends in high places.”
“What’s so special about the girl and that book? Do you need somewhere for her to stay off the grid? If so, bring her over to us,” Gwen offered. “We’ll keep her safe while I start discreetly investigating whose ass he kissed to get the warrant.”
I rubbed my temple. “I might take you up on that. Assuming she reaches out to me again. Listen, be careful, and cover your tracks. I don’t know how far up the chain this guy’s influence goes.”
“Oh well, I’m FDG. I can tell you that he doesn’t reach that far.”
Fairy Damn Godmother was a myth to most people. An agency that handpicked their clients and got shit done. They were the CIA, NSA, and the FBI all rolled into one but without the red tape. And some rumors I’d heard among family members was that they only hired those with special gifts, like our family.
“Thanks for your help.”
“Anytime, cousin. I’ll keep digging and see what I can find out,” she said before hanging up.
Before I could tell her no, I was listening to dead air.
I got out of the SUV, locked it, like that would really matter if Carlee came back, and jogged up the stairs to my hotel room. Using my card key, I stepped into the dark space and flipped on the light.
“Hello, Ridge.” Carlee’s words were a whisper in the quiet room.
