Despite the hours of footage I had, it took him a matter of seconds to confirm it was in fact his sister, so I made notes before closing my computer and pushing it away.
His face was in his hands, and he wasn’t making any noise, not a peep, but he hadn’t passed out, so I knew he was still breathing.
“You okay?” I asked.
He finally looked at me. “Do you think you can find her?”
“I’m gonna do everything I can.”
“If I get my hands on the bastards that did this to her—”
“Whenwe find her, Leighton is going to need you more than ever. You can’t be there for her if you’re in prison. You understand?”
“You really think we’ll find her?”
“I really think we’ll find her.” I squeezed his arm. “It’s going to take some time, but we’ll find her.”
Tackle nodded. “Thank you. For all of this.”
“I meant it when I said I’d do everything within my power.”
“Most people talk a big game, but rarely show up when you need ’em the most, ya know?”
“Unfortunately, I’ve found that to be true aswell.”
“So, what makes you so special?”
I could feel myself blushing. “Special?”
“Yeah. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you’re not like most club women.”
“That’s because I’m not a club woman.”
“You with anyone?”
“I’m with you right now,” I said, not catching his meaning.
“No, sweetheart.” He smiled gently.
“Oh, you mean, like, romantically?”
He chuckled. “Yeah.”
I sighed. “It’s complicated.”
“You want somethin’ uncomplicated?”
“Tackle, I don’t think you want to mess with the Howlers.”
Tackle dropped his smile. “Your man rides with the Primal Howlers?”
“I don’t really think we can go so far as to call himmy man.”
“Would he say otherwise?”
I bit my lip and shrugged, knowing full well Tackle could see through my lie.
“So, he’s a biker who’s claimed you, and he rides with the club out of Monument?”