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y office smelled like a by the hour motel—cigarette smoke and stale beer. It was tough using the garage as both a business and club house, hopefully it wouldn’t be too long and we’d have a separate place for my boys to kick back and relax. I’d only been back for a few days, and already I had that itch to get back out there searching again. I’d been over the letter she left too many times to count, and still nothing jumped out.

I wanted the distraction and coming into work was just what I needed to take my mind off things. I had weeks of catching up to do. As much as I loved Madden, his eye for detail when it came to business was severely lacking. The weeks I’d spent chasing her arse around the state had left me with a mountain to climb back home. The club side of things my right hand could handle, but the shop—the front for our club, well it was suffice to say Madden knew nothing.

The final finishes were due to be wrapped up within the next week. Everything kind of fell into pl