Page 187 of Papa's Bébé


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“We’ll keep working on tracking Vince too,” Ink told them.

Her brother and Detective Reeves shared a look. “It would be better if you didn’t,” her brother warned.

“He tried to kill someone under our protection and one of my men,” Ink said. “We’re not as tied up in following the law and procedure as you are.”

“And if you find him first? You’ll hand him over?” Detective Reeves asked.

“Eventually.”

“We need to get that information legally,” her brother said. “We can’t use it if we don’t.”

Ink nodded. “Understood. I won’t compromise your investigation.”

Maya stared at her brother for a long moment. It was like she’d never met him. She couldn’t imagine how it would feel to investigate their father.

“Is there anything else we need to talk about?” Matthieu asked. “Maya is exhausted.”

“There’s one thing,” Detective Reeves said then he turned to Maya. “Do you want to be there when we show your father the video footage?”

She hadn’t expected him to say that. “I don’t . . . should I be there?”

“Dad’s been asking where you are,” her brother said. “Apparently, he’s been calling you.”

Right. She had seen those missed calls. She drew her phone out of her pocket where she’d put it before. “It’s dead.”

She should charge it. She needed to message Millie and tell her thank you for taking her girls. Maybe she should ask her to take on some more of her babies if they had to go to a safe house. But she couldn’t imagine being without them.

“There’s a spare charger in the safe room. I think it’s best you all stay there tonight,” Ink told her.

“It’s too late to drive anywhere,” Matthieu agreed.

“Okay.” She was too exhausted to argue, not that she really wanted to. She just wanted to be safe. For her babies to be safe. And to not have to think for a while.

Detective Reeves gave her a surprisingly soft look. “If I was you, I might take a bit of . . . pleasure in pointing out to your father how wrong he was about his golden cop.”

Unless her father did know what he’d done . . . if he’d asked him to do it. No, that didn’t make sense.

“Isn’t that a bit petty?” she asked, even as the idea took hold.

“I say be petty,” Brody told her. Then he flushed as everyone looked at him. “Also, you might be able to get some insight into your father by studying his reaction.”

That was true.

“All right. I want to do that.”

Detective Reeves nodded and stood.

“Can I have a moment with my sister alone?” her brother asked.

Matthieu stiffened beside her and she knew he was going to stay no. But she wanted to talk to her brother. She felt like he was a stranger to her now.

“Yes,” she said.

Matthieu leaned in closer. “Maya, I don’t want you out of my sight.”

“She’ll be safe with me,” her brother said, sounding offended.

“You might say that, but I’ve learned that there are very few people that I would trust Maya with, especially her family.”