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cooled myself down some, before I stormed in and just demanded Blake tell me where Hewitt was so I could kill him.
    We catered the breakfast for Keeper’s Inn, so I knew the owner, Blake Riggs, very well. When I walked in, he smiled at me, and I forced a smile on my face. "Hey, Blake, I'm looking for a guy named Wayne Hewitt."
    Before I could say why, he told me where to find him. Thank heavens for Blake being dense.
    "He's in number three upstairs," he said pointing the way.
    He probably thought I was here on business. "Thanks, Blake."
    I had just reached the top of the stairs, when I heard Wayne yelling. I eased next to the door of his room and eavesdropped.
    "I know she must be alive, alright. I'll find her. This was just a dead end," Hewitt growled.
    "No, you're going to be a dead end if we don't get the girl back and make some sort of profit," I heard another deep voice say. "Mr. Carpino paid in good faith for a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, white-skinned virgin, and now he doesn't have one."
    "It's not my fault you lost her!" Hewitt snapped.
    "Actually, it is. If you would’ve told us there were extenuating circumstances in her disappearance, we would’ve been better prepared. As it is, Mr. Carpino sees the loss of the girl and his house as your problem."
    "No, that would’ve been your problem; you're in charge of the security of that place. It's not my fault you dropped the ball!" Hewitt yelled.
    There was a loud hard thump on the wall next to me. "He wants money now, and I'm here to collect."
    "I don't have it!" Hewitt whimpered out.
    "Well, do you have another daughter to sell?" the man with the deep voice asked.
    I wanted to bust in and strangle them both. I knew what had happened to Emma now. She had been sold like property.
    "Just my wife, Paige, but she's still young and real pretty, take her, take my wife. It should keep Mr. Carpino happy until I can get Emmaline back," Hewitt bargained, making me sick to my stomach as well.
    "Let me clear the deal first," the deep-voiced guy said. I couldn't hear what he was saying as he talked on the phone, but then he spoke again to Hewitt. "Alright, the deal has been cleared. Make sure your wife is home for the pickup tonight. You have one week to get us the money or the girl."
    I heard the door being opened and jumped back out of sight behind a maid's trolley. The door closed, and I heard heavy steps in the hallway. I looked out around the stack of towels and saw a large mean-looking guy covered in tattoos and a shaved head walking away.
    I was about to bust in and beat the crap out of Wayne, when Blake popped up from out of nowhere. "Did you find Mr. Hewitt alright?" he asked.
    I realized if I killed Wayne right now, Blake would say I was the last to see him. "Yeah, I'm done here," I said and took off. I needed to talk to someone, but who? I didn't know. I knew Emma's momma was in trouble, and I didn't know how to stop it. I had to find a way to save her and not expose Emma at the same time.
    I hopped on my bike and sped back to the restaurant, slamming in through the back. Clayton looked at me funny. "What the heck happened to you? Where have you been? Momma’s has been calling. She needs you upstairs."
    I realized then that my Little One needed me. If she had woken up and I wasn't there, she would most likely freak out. I took the stairs two at a time and burst through the door.
    "Devin! My heavens, Son, are you trying to give us all a heart attack?" my momma shouted. She was holding my girl in her arms, and Dr. Greyson was holding a skillet, ready to strike me.
    "No, I just was in a rush. I wanted to get back to Emma," I said kneeling in front of them. My girl dove right into my arms, sobbing on my shoulder. "When did she wake up?" I asked the doctor.
    "About five minutes ago."
    "You were gone," she whisper-sobbed into my neck.
    "I'm sorry, I just needed to check on something," I lied.
    I looked up at the doctor nervously. I needed to tell him what was going on and