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in breath.
    Then I asked, “Can I have the first
shower?”
    * * * * *
    Ty
    Lexie’s phone rang as he walked out of the
phone store. He yanked it out of his back pocket, turned it and saw
the Colorado area code on the display, a number he knew. He flipped
it open and put it to his ear.
    “Yeah?”
    “Bad news, brother,” Tate’s voice came at
him and Ty pulled in breath.
    Tate had been hard at work, not a
surprise.
    That was because Tatum Jackson always had
his back. He probably didn’t sleep last night in order to have
Walker’s back.
    “Yeah?” he repeated.
    “Your woman, she likes clothes.”
    Walker’s chest released.
    “Already know that,” he lied. He didn’t know
it but the weight of her bag meant she stuffed that fucker so full,
the instant she opened it, it would explode all over the room.
    Luckily, he’d given her her instructions and
took off so he wasn’t around when that happened.
    So he reckoned it was a good guess.
    And now he knew Jackson had pulled her
credit.
    Guess confirmed.
    He listened to Tate’s low laughter.
    Then, “I bet.”
    “That all you got?” Walker asked.
    “Yep. She’s clean. No record. Four speeding
tickets the last five years and a shitload of parking tickets. Your
woman’s got a need for speed and thinks she can park anywhere she
wants and she does.”
    Walker would have guessed that too
considering her ride. Not many women with classy shades, shoes and
purses had rides that sweet. Hinted at a wild side. He thought it
explained her connection with Shift but apparently it was something
else.
    “She carries debt, not a lot of it, “Jackson
continued. “Over two credit cards a little over a thousand dollars.
All payments current though. She rents. Works steady. Saw her DMV
picture, brother. The State employee who took that should win an
award. Best driver’s license picture I’ve seen in my life.”
    Lexie was photogenic. Also not surprising.
Though, probably the picture was actually shit, she was just so
beautiful even a shit photo looked good.
    Though the debt, not good. Not smart. She
should have worried less about clothes and more about getting
herself out from under Shift’s thumb.
    “Sucks about her folks though,” Jackson went
on.
    Fuck.
    He found shade and moved under it.
    Then he demanded, “Talk to me.”
    Silence then, “You don’t know?”
    “Don’t know what you’re gonna tell me,”
Walker evaded.
    Pause then, “Right.” Another pause then,
“She’s clean. Her parents were not.”
    Fuck.
    He was silent. Jackson kept talking.
    “Caught that, did a little digging and
called a couple of guys. They’re digging too. I’ll know more but
what I got, they were junkies. Made the news in Dallas thirty-four
years ago. She was born in a crack house. Mother so gone, don’t
know she even knew she had a kid and probably a miracle the baby
survived and wasn’t fucked up, considering what the Mom was doin’
to her body. Someone in the house was together enough to phone
emergency, they went in, got her, placed her with her grandparents.
Don’t know what went down after that until I get callbacks but I do
know the Mom OD’ed five years later. Dad died four years after from
internal injuries when he got his ass kicked by a loan shark.”
    He was right, it was definitely fuck .
    “She was placed with her grandparents?”
Walker asked.
    “That’s why I’m diggin’. It was the Mom’s
parents. Death records show the Grandma died when your girl was
six. The Grandpa died when she was thirteen. I don’t have access to
those kinds of files but my work takes me to Texas, got some people
I know so I’ve contacted those who can access the files or know
people who do. May take a couple of days.”
    “What about her Dad’s grandparents?”
    “That was easy. Traced him, found out they
died in a car accident when he was sixteen.”
    “Aunts? Uncles?”
    “Mom, an only child. Dad had a sister but
she didn’t step in. Don’t know why.”
    Foster