Joaquin smiles at his ability to piss off Wild Man with ease. “Figured you could work your computer magic and see who she is.”
“That’s what I’m doing.” He already has her driver’s license and phone in hand, fingers flying across the laptop keyboard. “You need to return it, though, without making anyone curious. Think you can do that?”
“But, why?” Joaquin is still young, but he’s a solid prospect. Loyal and competent, with a strong sense of club hierarchy.
“Because if this murder has nothing to do with the Kings, her loved ones might want some kind of fucking justice.”
Wilder has a strong sense of right and wrong when it comes to civilians caught in the middle of club crossfire, and he doesn’t always trust the government to dole out that justice.
“Her name is Grace Davies. Twenty-six years old. She works—or worked—at Kennedy Marketing & Promotions as a social media marketing manager. She has a small one-bedroom apartment in Angel Towers. Seventh floor.”
“See,” Joaquin smiles. “I knew you could find her.”
“Who in the hell is Grace Davies?” She seems like a normal woman with a regular, straight job. How in the hell did she end up mutilated in the water?
“No idea,” Coop offers. “Maybe she saw something she shouldn’t have, or maybe she made the mistake of turning down one of the Iron Kings’ romantic overtures.”
“Maybe she’s seeing one of them, and he’s caught up in some shit he shouldn’t be.” Joaquin’s offer is more probable.
The Iron Kings are ruthless sons of bitches, cruel and swift in their punishment, but there’s always a reason for the dead bodies they leave.
“Like a double-cross.”
When a MC is on the ropes like the Kings, there are always attempts at power grabs, extra revenue streams, and even jumping ship altogether.
“I like the sound of that. Not for Grace, obviously.”
“She does have a boyfriend,” Wild Man offers, and all eyes turn to him. “She doesn’t have any photos of him on her social media, but she mentions having a ‘bae’ that she’s hanging with and going to out to eat with over the past couple of months.”
“Shit,” I grumble. “The only chick in the world who doesn’t spill all her guts on social media.”
“I think I know someone who can help.” Wild Man flashes an amused grin, and I have a feeling I’m not going to like whatever he’s about to say.
“Her best friend is none other than McKenna Marin, Kelsey’s sister. They went to college together and have been thick as thieves ever since.”
Fuck. McKenna. I’m on my feet in a flash. “Dig up everything you can find. See who she calls. Look for photos she hasn’t posted on social media, everything to help us find a connection between Grace Davies and the Iron Kings. Or even us. Shit. This could be a warning.”
“On it,” Wild Man calls after me.
“Good. Joaquin, call Officer Rice at the port. Tell him he just found a purse during his security sweep.”
“Got it,” he calls after me, and a moment later, I rev up my chopper because I need to go see the snooty rich girl with the great ass. Again.
Chapter Five
McKenna
“Hey, Grace, it’s me. Please call me back. I miss you. I hope you’re not still mad about that thing with Kelsey and her so-called friends. If you are, I’m sorry. Call me back.”
I end the call with an annoyed sigh, but I can’t deny the pit of anxiety in my gut. Even when she’s pissed, Grace always calls me back, even if it’s to tell me to fuck off.
Something is wrong. I can feel it, but I don’t know what it is yet. But I will.
A loud knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts, and I freeze. Again.
Thinking it might be Grace, I hurry to the door and check the screen on the security device that lets me see who’s at the door before answering. My shoulders fall at the sight of two people in suits and badges affixed to their pockets. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before I open the door. “Officers, how can I help you?”
The tall detective steps forward and points to his badge. “Detectives, actually. I’m Detective Waters, and this is Detective Lopez. We have a few questions. Do you mind if we come inside?”
I nod absently, my legs wooden as I step back because I already know what they’re about to tell me.
“Is she all right? Please just tell me she’s all right.”
As long as Kelsey is fine, then there’s time for me to apologize, to make up for that stupid fight. And then to get her back home.
Detective Waters’ thick dark brows pull into a frown. “Who?”
“My sister,” I growl. “She’s why you’re here, isn’t she? When we last spoke, we had a fight about something stupid, and I thought something might have happened to her.”