“D, can you check for Lacey Daniels, Kelli Hunter, or Megan Jones in Florida and see if these emails link back to any specific place in Florida?”
“I’m already on it,” D answered.
* * *
Seven hourslater and after some much-needed sleep, D called me back. Hearing the hint of excitement in his voice was a good sign.
“I could only narrow the IP address to an area called Wavy Palms, but one of the emails mentioned something about Kelly shipping a MailEx package. Maybe you can see if you can get any information from one of the MailEx workers at the Wavy Palms location. Try a female employee, Knox. You have a way with them.”
D laughed, causing a smile to creep across my lips. He and the rest of my old military squad had always teased me about the way some women reacted to me. My smile deepened and turned into a sinister grin when I thought about the lead D had just handed me.
I had no idea how D did the shit that he did, but as soon as I got back to my safe, I intended to send him a package to show how much I appreciated his help. After I plugged the Wavy Palm’s MailEx office into my GPS, I showered and prepared to get back on the highway to continue my hunt for Megan.
Hopefully, she was still in Florida. When I found her, I had no idea what I was going to do to her because uncovering her secrets had only heightened my anger towards her. She’d landed herself in my danger zone, and that was not a place she wanted to be.