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keeper.” His gaze was kind as he sought hers again. “If you go and stick your nose around town, then
they will know you didn’t die, for one, and for two, will know that you’re on to whoever this is. You
might as well paste a bull’s-eye on your cute rear.” He closed his mouth with a snap. Okay, he hadn’t
meant to say that. Even if it was the God’s honest truth.
She blushed but didn’t avoid his concerned looks. “But what if I could get a name of the
mechanic? Surely the guy who owns the rental place would know who his mechanics are.”
“Brooke, I don’t want you getting hurt,” he stated firmly. “No.” He smiled, softening the blow
when her dark eyes flashed at him. “We’ll figure this out. I really only told you so you’d be aware. You
might have really been an accident and I stirred the hornet’s nest with my snooping into the plates.”
Her face was tight but she finally relented. “All right, but if you want help, call Roman.”
“I don’t want to include anyone I don’t have to,” he explained, reiterating his own thoughts.
She rose from her spot, effectively silencing him with her honeyed hair sweeping across her
shoulders in a thick wave. “And I told you, family is everything to us,” she said equally direct. “Don’t
ignore it to save your pride, Mitchell.”
He watched her walk out the door. Only his mother ever called him Mitchell, and only when she
was pissed.
48
Chapter Eight
Mitch didn’t blink an eye a few nights later when Selene said she and Brooke were going for a
walk, in the dark. After spending days to think, he wasn’t getting any answers to the problems and
questions revolving around his crash and Brooke’s wreck. So, with Bram next to him on the porch
enjoying the evening, Mitch called Roman.
“Hey, Mitch,” Roman started.
Mitch shot a look at his brother to find him listening, but it was just as well. The more Bram
knew, the safer he could be.
“I got your email, and I have a few questions.” Mitch shifted and rolled his unbound shoulder. His
sore one was feeling better and he was thinking he might try it without the sling the next day.
“Sure. How can I help?”
“I was wondering, do you know if the Ford’s been picked up yet?”
“No, but I can find out. Do you still have the plate info?” Mitch gave it to him.
“What can you tell me about what you found on the plane?” Mitch asked.
“Well, the set up on the rudder had been painted for one. We found paint chips in the enamel. It
was likely something small, maybe the size of a silver dollar to make it easier to camouflage but large
enough to jam your tail rudder.”
“So, if I did a quick once over, I could miss it. Which I did,” Mitch said with a note of disgust.
Most people didn’t need to inspect their planes for small bombs either.
“Yes, but it seemed to be worked by remote. I didn’t find a timer mechanism on it or any wires
leading to an ignition box.”
“Good grief! Who the hell did I piss off?” Mitch asked the world at large.
“If you want, I can go be scary and question the owner,” Roman offered with a rumbled timbre, a
sinister smile heard attached underneath.
Mitch could appreciate his ability to be scary. Very few could look directly at Roman and not feel a
twinge of fear. “I do and I don’t. I don’t know who the target was. I mean, myself, I got that. But why
John Davis all the way in St. Louis? And did Brooke really have anything to do with it? She does
remember getting hit before she blacked out.” Mitch tapped his trapped fingers against his side,
silently cursing the sling one more time.
“Really? Hm. Well that does change things a little,” Roman said thoughtfully. “That makes her
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