Dom guided Grace around so her back was to us. Then he lifted up her shirt.
Duke paled. I was on the verge of throwing up.
Grace’s back was littered with scars as though someone had whipped her. Then the idea of Maggie going through something similar made my stomach even queasier.
Motherfucker.
Grace fumbled to pull down her shirt. When she pivoted, her cheeks were coated in tears.
Duke had his arms around her before I could blink. “I’m so fucking sorry.” He rested his chin on her head.
Her arms went around Duke as she cried.
Sandy grit lined my throat. I couldn’t let my feelings get in the way. Duke had just told me love would get me killed. Love would also get Maggie killed if I let my love for Grace get in the way. “I’m not into throwing Grace to the wolves. So we have eight hours to work out a new plan and find where Miguel is keeping Maggie.” If we couldn’t, then I wasn’t sure what our next move would be. “I’m calling in Detective Hughes and only him. Apparently, one of Hughes’s underlings is on Miguel’s payroll.” I blew out all the air in my lungs. “One thing I know for sure is that Detective Hughes cares a great deal about Maggie. That means he’ll do what we ask without his unit.”
Or so I prayed.
