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“Piper, I think where Warren is concerned, anything is possible.”
She nods like she already knew the answer. “That’s what I thought. Do you… think you could look into it for me?”
The last fucking thing I want to do today is anything to do with Warren but how can I say no to her? She clearly needs this and who fucking knows, maybe I’ll actually find something this time. Sucking in a breath, I nod.
“Sure. I’ll look into it.”
She releases a breath. “Oh, thank you. I… um, I actually got a call from the man who managed her apartment building. She didn’t have any family and all of her stuff was sold or given away except for this box that he didn’t feel right throwing out. Apparently, there were some of her diaries in there and I thought they might give us some insight but I haven’t been brave enough to read them by myself. Will you help me?”
“You already have them?”
“Yeah,” she answers, nodding, and I study her for a second before sighing. I don’t want to even fucking think of Warren at this point but I can’t deny her the help she needs. I’m not expecting anything, though. If Warren did have something to do with her friend going all psycho, I’m sure he hid all his tracks very well. It’s been the same damn story since this investigation started and I don’t expect it to change anytime soon. “Still down to help?”
I nod. “Yeah. Go get ‘em.”
She thanks me before practically running out of my room and as soon as she’s gone, I lean back in my chair, running my hand down my face as my mind drifts to Warren’s note last night.
One down, four to go.
Honestly, it scares the shit out of me and maybe it’s me just being fucking full of myself but I can’t help but think this is just another way to torture me. I’ll go down the rabbit hole trying to figure out which four of us he’s specifically targeting and it will, undoubtedly, make me lose my mind. Which is what he wants.
Fuck.
Am I on his list?
Piper walks back in with a box of stuff before plopping it down at my feet and I arch a brow as she sits back down and I push the thoughts of Warren’s threat from my mind. Glancing down, I sigh. The box is full of personal stuff, little trinkets and several thick notebooks that I can only assume are Lillian’s diaries.
“First, I gotta ask, does your husband know about this?”
Shaking her head, she leans over and starts digging through the box. “No. He doesn’t want me thinking about her or what she did anymore… he thinks it’s not good for me but I need to know.”
Shit.
Why are all these damn women asking me to do shit that will most definitely end up with me getting my ass kicked by one of my brothers?
“Okay,” I sigh before nodding. “I’ll do this but you gotta tell Fuzz right after. Deal?”
“Deal.”
She grabs one of the notebooks and hands it to me before grabbing another for herself and we start flipping through them. Most of the entries are bland, talking about her day and shit like that but occasionally, one pops up that makes my eyebrows shoot up. Not that they have anything to do with Warren but Lillian was cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs and it fucking shows on these pages.
“Wait,” Piper says, her eyes scanning the page in front of her. “I think I found something.”
She hands the notebook to me and I read the entry on the page.
Dear Diary,
I went down to the coffee shop today and met this wonderful man who listened to me for almost an hour as I told him all about my Pip. He said she sounded like a really great girl and that if I loved her as much as I claimed then I should do whatever it takes to get her. I left there feeling so confident and he’s going to meet with me again tomorrow to go over a plan. I haven’t felt this hopeful in a long time and I can’t help but think that this is all going to work out. Piper and I are fated to be together, I just know it. The way she looks at me, I can feel the power of our connection…
I drop the notebook on the desk and shake my head as I blow out a breath. God, I feel fucking crazy just from reading that.
“What do you think? Could the guy be Warren?” Piper asks and I shrug.
“It’s possible but I’ll have to keep digging to know for sure and even then, we probably won’t find anything concrete.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t need anything concrete.”
“Can I ask why you want to know?” I can’t see any way that knowing Warren had a part in this is going to help her and it might even make it all worse but that’s just my opinion. She chews on her bottom lip as she stares at the notebook and finally, she looks up and sighs.
