Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Tempting… but no. “Absolutely not. I can’t risk it.”
The thing is, I’ve already considered it. That’s how crazy this has made me. I actually considered reaching out to that prick detective to ask him for help to find his kid. He doesn’t need to know about us, only that the girls are missing. He’d have fifty cars out there looking for her within minutes, if not more. I already know how far he’s willing to go when something matters to him. But I also know what a pain in the ass he is, and I’m not about to have him barking up my tree with questions.
That’s an absolute end-of-the-road, “all other possibilities have been exhausted” sort of step. We aren’t there yet. After calling all the hospitals in the area to ask if they brought in any girls matching their description, there’s not much we can do but wait for one of them to show their face.
And when they do? This isn’t going to work out well for either of them.
Especially my little bird. Romero could be right. She might still have been in shock and reacting rather than thinking. That doesn’t mean I can’t be fucking furious with her and my daughter—who knows better.
I’ve been too soft on her. Though, God knows, with a mother like hers…
Why did it take me so long to see what I missed? I stop dead in the center of the room, and my mouth falls open when a gigantic piece of the puzzle falls into place.
“Motherfucker.”
“What? Did you think of something?”
“Yes, I fucking did. How did I not see it?”
“See what?”
I’m already pulling up Joe Smith’s contact information on my phone. What did he say again? I can’t remember how he described it. The line rings once.
He picks up, his voice warm but professional. “Mr. Torrio, what a pleasure—”
“The last time I spoke to you, you said Amanda’s been spending time with a kid young enough to be her son.”
“That’s right.”
“And you never got a good look at him?”
“Never at his face, no. He’s tall, athletic build.” Like Lucas is—was.
Romero throws his hands into the air, lost. Covering the phone with my hand, I murmur, “I never thought about it. I was too distracted. Smith told me he saw Amanda with some young guy out in public. And somehow, Lucas got his hands on a photo of Bianca and me. Now, where do you think he would have gotten that from?”
“You think Amanda might be behind some of this?”
“I don’t know. I only know if she’s that dead set on hurting Bianca, it wouldn’t matter to her if Tatum was a casualty. She’s that fucking determined to get back at me. Hell, using Tatum might make the hurt worse. It’s not like she ever gave a shit about being a mother.”
Judging by the way his mouth screws up in a skeptical smirk, he’s unconvinced. “Think about this for a second.”
No, I’ve done enough thinking. It’s time to act. I want answers from that vindictive bitch. And if it means getting her off the street and out of Bianca’s path, even better.
“I want Amanda found now,” I bark into the phone. “And the second you set eyes on her, you tell me. Do not lose sight of her. I’ll pay you three times your rate. Just find her so we can have a talk.”
“Consider it done.” If only everyone on my payroll could be that unproblematic.
Once I’ve ended the call, Romero ventures, “Do you really think Amanda would do something like that to Tatum?”
My hand tightens around the phone until my knuckles ache. “She already fucking told her about Bianca and me.”
His brows draw together. “When did this happen?”
“When Tatum was in Europe. She knew before she got home. Only two people would have reached out to her about it, and I doubt my kid would have taken a call from Lucas.” The more I think about it, the more sense it makes. I immediately suspected Amanda minutes after Bianca first showed me the photo. Then, Bianca tried to run off, and I didn’t think the problem through.
Amanda gave Lucas the photo. What else did she give him? A bunch of information, rumors, and lies that fucked with his head until he tried to run Bianca down. Or maybe Amanda convinced him to do it because they’re fucking. I’m getting more questions than answers at this point.
“She had someone following you,” Romero marvels, shaking his head.
“Exactly. And once she saw pictures of us together, she could’ve started following Bianca instead. Who knows? She could be following her now.” And there’s nothing stopping her from doing whatever the hell she wants to get back at me for cutting her off.
The more I think about it, the more convinced I am. She had something to do with Lucas going apeshit. It’s almost enough to make calling Charlie, Bianca’s father, sound like a smart idea.