“What?” she asked sitting up.
“Just disappeared. A few years ago, just gone. No mention of anything.”
“This is a lot,” she murmured.
“I’ve got you, little bird.”
“I’ll see what I can find,” Dominic said, standing.
“Do you want me to talk to the local sheriff?” Branson asked.
“I know that you are not normally part of our group, but we prefer to not involve the authorities, unless we can help it.”
Mark gritted his teeth at the disdain coming off Dominic and he watched Branson tense.
“I understand what you mean, but he can he trusted. He’s a good man, and has been known to sweep somethings under the rug.”
“I appreciate that, and I will let you know,” Dominic said back, not backing down.
“Fair enough.”
“For now, let’s not leave anything to chance. Danny, dig around and see what kind of connections you can find. We need to know what everyone is saying.”
Danny nodded and started typing on the computer in front of him.
“I appreciate it man,” Mark called to Danny who lifted his head to meet his gaze.
“It’s family man,” Danny said softly, glancing meaningfully to Winter, then back to him, and nodding before turning back to his computer.
There was something in his eyes that he couldn’t place.
Something had changed with him.
Yes, something had definitely changed with Danny.
“I love you,” she whispered into his chest, and he leaned down kissing her head.
Maybe Danny had finally found what he had.
“So what is it with you guys? Like who is oldest?” she asked and he smiled at her way of trying to pry information from them.
“Rick is actually the oldest,” Danny called, still typing away.
“Yeah, but Danny is the youngest and Mark was adopted by Sergio.”
“Really?” She tilted her head to look back up at him.
“Yeah. Danny was what man, like ten when Sergio brought you home?”
“Twelve,” Danny said through gritted teeth.
“So you were you all adopted by Sergio?”
“No,” Dominic answered her. “My father, even with his position, had a soft spot for children. He found Danny first, then Rick, and then Mark.”
He tensed as Dominic leaned back in his chair, openly studying his little bird. He didn’t like the look in his eyes. A look that said that although he was being civil, he still hadn’t made up his mind.
She didn’t seem fazed though, she simply met his gaze head on.
