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Story: Duncan
Aiden sat behind the large desk but quickly stood as I made my way around. I didn’t sit, instead choosing to stand while he explained what I was looking at.
“Are these pictures?”
“Yea, but look who the pictures are of.”
Picking one up, I looked closely at the old black-and-white photograph. “Is that?” I brought the picture closer to my face. It couldn’t be more than a five-inch square and the two people didn’t fill the frame, but I recognized one of them right away.
Darcy?
Flipping it over, it had two names on it. Bridgit Mahoney and Charles Kennedy.
“Bridgit Mahoney?” I whispered out loud. She had changed her name to Gretchen Foster after King was born. Did she change it again? Is this why Cian hadn’t found her trail? “Who the fuck is Charles Kennedy?”
The man with his arm around my sister looked to be older than her by maybe twenty years. They couldn’t be together. He looked at the camera, but she was looking at him.
I’d only ever seen my sister look at one other person that way.
Braesal O’Malley.
“Is there a date?”
“None that I’ve found yet. Any idea where the picture was taken?” Aiden asked, but it didn’t look familiar.
Lannie said she’d gone to Ireland when she left Arkansas, but Cian hadn’t found the trail yet. There were too many Gretchen Fosters and none had made it to Ireland.
But if she’d changed her name a second time, maybe this would lead us to her. I had boxes of files from my brother’s office that still hadn’t been gone through. Now I had three names to look for.
“I want everything in here boxed up and taken back to Boston. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Pulling out my keys, I handed them to Aiden. “Put it all in my house. No one is to be told about this. Especially not Sal.”
Aiden was only in his forties, a few years older than my nephew. So, while he had never known Darcy, he knew the story of her disappearance. Everyone in the organization did.
With the revelation that Sal had a son, everyone knew she had left of her own free will. I wanted my sister to be alive more than anything. But I wasn’t sure how Sal would react if she was.
“You find anything about Tyran or Kelley?”
“Not yet.”
“Ok, tear this place apart. I want it down to the studs.”
“You got it, boss.”
Gathering up the photos, I tucked them inside my jacket pocket. I wanted to look through them more later. I also wouldn’t run the risk of them getting lost.
This was the first evidence I had found that my sister was still alive after King’s birth. Though where she was now was still anyone’s guess.
I made it back to the hotel just after six. As I rode the elevator up, my cock thickened at the thought of Freyja waiting for me. The vision of her naked body sprawled out on my bed had me adjusting myself into a more comfortable position.
Entering my suite, I found her standing in front of the windows. The same way she had the previous night. Staring into the semidarkness of Central Park.
The only real darkness found in New York City was at the end of a dirty alley. There was too much goddamn light here. Butright now, as she stood in the light’s glow shining through the windows, I accepted that maybe New York wasn’t so bad.
After removing my overcoat and suit jacket, I loosened the tie at my neck. We both had too many clothes on, and I aimed to fix that immediately.
“You are not naked in my bed,mo bandia,” I reprimanded. “Are you looking to be punished again?” A smile spread across my face remembering how I edged her the night before. How she growled and hissed her displeasure at my choice of punishment. Until the moment I gave in and she screamed out in ecstasy.
When she turned around, my smile fell.
“What’s wrong?” I rushed to her side. My arms swallowed her up, pulling her tight against my chest.
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