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to call Vickie herself as soon as she was someplace safe.
If a safe place existed, that is.
Since she didn’t want to go to her family’s ranch and bring the danger there, she had to bite the bullet and call her brother Seth. Yes, he’d likely chew her out again for her undercover attempt, but it was better than the alternative of begging Austin to let her tag along with him.
Not that Austin would let her, anyway.
In his eyes, she was the worst kind of trouble and could interfere with his own investigation.
Heck, he probably even blamed her for losing his badge. After all, if she hadn’t gone to that baby farm and essentially blown his cover, he might have been able to find the evidence to stop this operation in its tracks. She seriously doubted his boss would have fired him if he’d managed to unravel one of the highest-profile cases in the state.
Rosalie used the small adjoining bathroom to wash up, and she changed into jeans and a gray sweater that she found in the closet. Obviously, things left by the FBI since there were a variety of sizes and clothing items, and it made her wonder how many other women had stayed here while trying to outrun danger.
She, on the other hand, wouldn’t try to outrun it if it meant finding Sadie.
Rosalie kept her footsteps light so that she wouldn’t wake up Austin but then really wasn’t surprised to find him already at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and reading something on his laptop.
He looked about as rested as Rosalie felt—which wasn’t very rested at all. His hair was mussed and too long to be regulation length. There probably hadn’t been many opportunities for a haircut while he’d been undercover. Like her, he’d changed his clothes and was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged his chest in all the right places.
She mentally groaned.
No way should she have noticed something like that. And that was yet another good reason to put some distance between them.
“What’s wrong?” Austin asked.
Obviously, he’d seen something alarming in her expression. Rosalie was glad he wasn’t a mind reader because there was no way she wanted him to know that momentary lapse she’d just had about him.
“Any news?” she asked, helping herself to some coffee while also avoiding his question.
He nodded. “All bad. Want to hear it, anyway?”
Now Rosalie groaned for real, and since she figured she might need to sit for this, she sank down at the table across from him.
“Sonny’s already out of jail,” he started. “And Yancy doesn’t want charges pressed against Sonny. Of course, Gage can still charge him with reckless endangerment, but since Sonny doesn’t have a record, I doubt he’ll get any jail time.”
Rosalie shook her head. “Why wouldn’t Yancy want charges pressed against Sonny? Sonny pulled a gun on him.”
“Who knows? Maybe because he wants Sonny out of there. That way, if something else goes wrong, Yancy can say that Sonny did it.” Austin paused. “And maybe it’d be the truth. Just because he was shot, it doesn’t mean I trust Sonny. In fact, that wound could have been self-inflicted so we would trust him. He could have done it so he could figure out how much we learned about the baby farms.”
Hearing that aloud sent a chill through her, but she’d had the same reaction to Yancy. It sickened her to think a monster like that might have been the one to take Sadie.
“Still no answer from Vickie Cravens,” Austin went on, obviously continuing with that bad news. “Sawyer had a local cop go to her place to do a welfare check, but she wasn’t home. There’s also no sign of the person who tried to follow us last night or the guards who escaped from the second baby farm.”
Maybe because they were all long gone. Both a relief and a scary thought. If they had fled, then they wouldn’t be around to try to kill Austin and her. But if they were gone, so was any info they could have given her about who was behind the
If a safe place existed, that is.
Since she didn’t want to go to her family’s ranch and bring the danger there, she had to bite the bullet and call her brother Seth. Yes, he’d likely chew her out again for her undercover attempt, but it was better than the alternative of begging Austin to let her tag along with him.
Not that Austin would let her, anyway.
In his eyes, she was the worst kind of trouble and could interfere with his own investigation.
Heck, he probably even blamed her for losing his badge. After all, if she hadn’t gone to that baby farm and essentially blown his cover, he might have been able to find the evidence to stop this operation in its tracks. She seriously doubted his boss would have fired him if he’d managed to unravel one of the highest-profile cases in the state.
Rosalie used the small adjoining bathroom to wash up, and she changed into jeans and a gray sweater that she found in the closet. Obviously, things left by the FBI since there were a variety of sizes and clothing items, and it made her wonder how many other women had stayed here while trying to outrun danger.
She, on the other hand, wouldn’t try to outrun it if it meant finding Sadie.
Rosalie kept her footsteps light so that she wouldn’t wake up Austin but then really wasn’t surprised to find him already at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and reading something on his laptop.
He looked about as rested as Rosalie felt—which wasn’t very rested at all. His hair was mussed and too long to be regulation length. There probably hadn’t been many opportunities for a haircut while he’d been undercover. Like her, he’d changed his clothes and was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged his chest in all the right places.
She mentally groaned.
No way should she have noticed something like that. And that was yet another good reason to put some distance between them.
“What’s wrong?” Austin asked.
Obviously, he’d seen something alarming in her expression. Rosalie was glad he wasn’t a mind reader because there was no way she wanted him to know that momentary lapse she’d just had about him.
“Any news?” she asked, helping herself to some coffee while also avoiding his question.
He nodded. “All bad. Want to hear it, anyway?”
Now Rosalie groaned for real, and since she figured she might need to sit for this, she sank down at the table across from him.
“Sonny’s already out of jail,” he started. “And Yancy doesn’t want charges pressed against Sonny. Of course, Gage can still charge him with reckless endangerment, but since Sonny doesn’t have a record, I doubt he’ll get any jail time.”
Rosalie shook her head. “Why wouldn’t Yancy want charges pressed against Sonny? Sonny pulled a gun on him.”
“Who knows? Maybe because he wants Sonny out of there. That way, if something else goes wrong, Yancy can say that Sonny did it.” Austin paused. “And maybe it’d be the truth. Just because he was shot, it doesn’t mean I trust Sonny. In fact, that wound could have been self-inflicted so we would trust him. He could have done it so he could figure out how much we learned about the baby farms.”
Hearing that aloud sent a chill through her, but she’d had the same reaction to Yancy. It sickened her to think a monster like that might have been the one to take Sadie.
“Still no answer from Vickie Cravens,” Austin went on, obviously continuing with that bad news. “Sawyer had a local cop go to her place to do a welfare check, but she wasn’t home. There’s also no sign of the person who tried to follow us last night or the guards who escaped from the second baby farm.”
Maybe because they were all long gone. Both a relief and a scary thought. If they had fled, then they wouldn’t be around to try to kill Austin and her. But if they were gone, so was any info they could have given her about who was behind the
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