“She did. Her friend claims they were both wasted and that she doesn’t know who Willow left with-–-just that Willow told her to stay with the guy she met up with and that she was getting a ride. The friend didn’t bother checking to see who that ride was.”
“Good friend,” Tucker says.
I’m glad that he and I can agree on at least one thing. “The cameras were down at the bar?”
“They said they’ve been having issues with them for a while now.”
“So, we got nothing,” I surmise.
“Not one fucking thing,” Miles confirms.
“I don’t think we need to put our energy into this situation,” Tucker says.
I focus on him. “What situation is that?” I cross my arms over my chest as I stare him down.
“Willow.”
“I gotta agree with him on this,” Miles says, then adds, “she’s not the normal victim, she has too many people who would be looking for her if she came up missing. You know these guys like to find women who are easily forgotten and don’t draw a lot of attention.”
I want to deny what he’s saying, but he’s right, Willow doesn’t fit the normal profile of someone who would be trafficked, and I’ve been unable to find anything online that would lead me to believe she’s been requested by someone. “All right, so where are we at with the sixteen-year-old and the dancer?”
“We’re still chasing down leads,” Tucker says, visibly more relaxed than he was moments ago. “We have a couple of people that have refused to speak to us. They might open up to you.”
“Get me their information and I’ll see what I can get.”
He jerks up his chin.
“I’m gonna take this up to Willow.” I look between my brothers and share some honesty. “She knows who you two are to me.”
“Fuck, I knew it.” Tucker scrubs his hands down his face. “If people find out, we’re going to have a lot of questions we won’t be able to answer.”
“She’s not going to tell anyone.”
“You better hope for our sake she doesn’t,” he mutters before turning and walking away.
“I hope she’s worth it.” Miles sighs, taking off after Tucker.
I watch both of them get back into their SUV, then head back into the building not even having to use the key in her bag because, like when we arrived, someone is leaving, and they just let me inside.
How her dad let her move in here is something I do not fucking get, not with how protective he seemed. People are way too trusting, which means someone could easily get inside then make their way through each floor until they find a door unlocked. Even the top floor, which I would guess is the most expensive unit in this building, can be easily accessed with the press of a button.
When I get upstairs, I knock, then wait a minute and knock again when she doesn’t answer.
“Sorry, I was changing.” She swings the door open a second later, no longer wearing my shirt and her jeans but instead a sweater that has fallen off one shoulder and a pair of shorts that match in the same soft looking material.
“Check this and make sure nothing is missing.” I hand her bag over and she squeezes it against her chest.
“Thank you.” She turns for the living room while I close the door.
“It doesn’t look like anything is missing,” she says while digging through the black purse, then pulls out a wallet, opening it up. “My credit cards and the little bit of cash I had are all here, and my phone is dead.” She holds it up as she tips her head back toward me. “Carly wasn’t lying.”
“Good news.”
“Yes, and the best part is I won’t have to spend the day canceling all my cards and getting a new phone.” She gets up, then goes to the kitchen. “This is yours.” She hands me the shirt I put on her last night when we got back to my place. “Thanks for letting me borrow it.”
I jerk up my chin and she shifts on her feet, it’s odd seeing her unsure when earlier she was tossing her attitude around. “You gonna call your dad and tell him about last night?”
“If I do, he might lock me up.” She rubs her lips together and wraps her arms around her middle. “I don’t want him worried if there is nothing to worry about especially when him and my family are getting ready to leave town.”
“Might be smart to let him know, just in case, and you should avoid going out unless you can trust the people you’re with.”
“That I can agree with you on.” Her hands fall to her sides. “And thank you again for last night, I don’t even want to think about what could have happened to me if you hadn’t shown up.”