“Why didn’t he call me?”
“Why do you think? Because he’s a paranoid bastard. He called on my satellite phone.”
“Who does he think is going to be listening in?”
Kent shook his head. “God knows. Anyway, he wanted you to know that they’ve found where the Devil’s Sinners have set up headquarters. It’s an old farmstead about a half hour north of here. They’ve been watching the place for a while now and this morning, they had a positive sighting of Tiger.”
Finally, they found the bastard.
“What’s he going to do?”
“Told me he wanted to observe a while. But he’ll let us know immediately if he makes any move towards the ranch. Did Corbin tell you that we’ve had a few drive-bys of Devil’s Sinners members down past the gate?”
He scowled. “Yeah. Ed said that Rosalind has guessed that she’s here. He thinks that’s why she reported Marisol missing, she was hoping Ed would bring her out here with him to check.”
He’d been furious when Ed had called. He’d also had to convince Marisol that she didn’t need to contact her aunt and tell her that she was all right. The bitch was just trying to use her.
“One of Zander’s people overheard Tiger going ape-shit because they can’t find Marisol.”
“Think they’ll try to sneak onto the ranch?” he asked.
“If they do, we’re ready for them. Don’t worry. Nobody will get to your girl.”
“I hate that everyone here is in danger and that all the women have been locked down.”
“Nobody is complaining, man. We all want Marisol safe and away from those bastards.” Kent grinned at him. “Plus, everyone is happy you’ve found your Little.”
She wasn’t quite his yet. But she would be.
“No problem. I’ll head to your place now. See you there.”
Linc nodded. Kent drove away and he turned, walking towards his own truck. He climbed in and just sat there for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. He wanted this threat to Marisol gone. He hated that they didn’t know what Tiger was up to. At least Zander had his people watching Tiger now. Having eyes on him made Linc feel better.
After a few minutes, he started his truck and headed home. One of the best things about his job was that it didn’t take long to get home. As he turned the corner and his cabin came into view, he slammed on his brakes in shock. What the fuck?
Oh God. Oh God.
What the fuck was she doing? Why had she decided to clean the damn windows? She’d already done all the lower ones. And when she’d found the ladder in the shed out back, she figured she might as well do the gable ones.
Big. Big mistake.
“It’s okay, Marisol. Just come back down,” Abby called out. “I’m holding the ladder, it won’t move on you.”
It was a big mistake, because when Marisol had gotten to the top of the ladder, it had started wobbling. In a fright, she’d climbed onto the porch roof, which had thankfully held her weight. And then the ladder had crashed to the ground.
Soon afterward, Abby had arrived and seen the ladder on the ground with Marisol clinging to the roof.
“Do you want me to come up and help you down?” Abby asked.
“No!” she cried out, shivering as a cold breeze whipped through her thin clothing. “No, you might get hurt.”
“I’ll call Linc then,” Abby told her.
“No, please don’t. He’s busy at work.” And her idea to help him had turned into a nightmare. He’d been talking about cleaning these windows yesterday and it had planted the seed about how she could take some pressure off him.
Stupid girl.
“I’m coming up,” Abby called out.