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He scanned the interior, a little slower this time. “Librarians.”

Bingo.

“See the one standing in the children’s section?”

“Yep. She’s pretty.”

“She’smine,” I growled, spooking him enough that he jolted.

“Shit.” He swallowed. “Sorry.”

Yeah, watch it.

My crow flew overheard, chittering as he heard the exchange.

“Her name is Katrina. You don’t take your eyes off her. You gotta go piss, eat, or do something, and you call Robin to take your place until you get back.”

“Understood.”

“If you see or hear anything suspicious, inform me right away.”

“I will.”

“I’m going back to the Roost. I need to talk to Crow.”

Goose nodded. “I’ll text when she leaves.”

“You text me any and everything. She takes a break, eats, has any rude customers, or appears upset. That list isn’t finite. Got it?”

“Yeah. I’ll make sure you get my notes.”

“See that you do.” I started my engine and backed out of the parking space, pausing to peer inside the library.

Katrina chose that moment to lift her head and stare in my direction. A timid smile lifted the corners of her lips. I could see her cheeks flush from here.

See you tonight, my angel.

The ride back to the clubhouse didn’t take long since my mind was occupied with Katrina. I thought over lunch and how I surprised her, not giving her a chance to refuse a hot meal and ride on my bike. Of course, she thought I nearly bumped intoher. Couldn’t be further from the truth. I’d never risk injuring her. I got close, but I had full control the entire time.

Still, she should have been paying attention and not rushing through a crowded parking lot without being aware of her surroundings. We’d have to talk about safety, especially since I couldn’t shake the thought that something wasn’t quite right. Ever since Eagle Eye mentioned that cold case, I’ve been on edge.

That was the reason I rode straight to the Roost. Crow needed to be aware of shit, and the longer I waited to fill him in, the crankier he’d get about it. As soon as I parked my bike, I headed inside, ignored the bar, and knocked on Crow’s door.

“Come in,” he hollered, sitting back in his chair as I opened the door and entered his office. “Thought I’d see you today.”

Oh? “Why?” I asked, sinking onto one of the two chairs in front of his desk.

“Because you’ve been anxious as fuck. My crow feels it.” His thick arms folded across his chest. “What’s going on?”

I should have known he’d sense it. His ability to tap into the emotions of his men was one of the reasons he was such a damn good president. Better even than his pops, Rook.

May he rest in peace and raise hell in the afterlife.

I leaned forward, slapping my palm on his desk. “I found her.”

Crow arched a brow. “Your foster sister?”

“Yeah.”