Chapter 8 -

Dingo POV

For two days this was the pattern. I was exhausted and my dick was more than a little chaffed. While she slept, I looked for answers. I went through the things in her trailer and tidied up without trying to look like I was tidying up. There was an alarming amount of pills in her cabinet but no drugs. The few bills she had were all paid.

Dane was absolutely no help at all. He wanted her with or without the projections. He was really getting on my last nerve.

Turns out her real name, at least on her driver’s license, was Danalee Boston. I liked the way Danalee rolled off my tongue. There were a few photographs here and there. I found one of a wedding photo, she was obviously the bride. In that photo she had auburn hair and she positively glowed with happiness in her white gown. She was strong and beautiful. 

I pulled the thick pile of canvases from behind the TV. Her art was amazing. It was mostly landscapes or portraits but each one sp