I nodded, and Parker and I climbed into the car. Pulling my phone from my purse, I called Gabriel.
“Paige, did you find the shipment?”
“Yes. It was children, Gabriel. He’s trafficking children.”
“Was Elias there?” he asked.
“No. But I have a feeling he’ll surface after this. I’ll be in touch.” I ended the call.
“You’re bleeding,” Parker reached over and wiped the blood from my head. “You need stitches, Paige.”
“No hospitals. I can’t risk it.”
He pulled out his phone and dialed someone. When they answered, it sounded like a party was going on in the background.
“Parker, is everything okay?”
“Grayson, a friend of mine, needs stitches, and she can’t go to the hospital.”
“Bring her to the house.”
“It sounds like you’re having a party.”
“Just our usual Saturday night get together. No big deal. Bring her over, and I’ll stitch her up.”
“Thanks. We’re on our way.”
“Is that the doctor who helped your father?” I asked.
“Yes.” He put the car in drive and took off.
We stepped onto the porch and Parker lightly knocked on the door. A woman answered.
“Parker, come in.”
“Ava, this is Paige. Paige, Ava. She’s Grayson’s wife.”
“There you are. Come sit down.” Grayson gestured.
“Sweetheart, go get my suture kit,” he told Ava.
“What happened?” Grayson asked, examining my forehead.
“Some asshole clocked me with my own gun.”
“You’re going to need about four stitches. Want a drink?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
Ava walked over to the bar and poured me a glass of scotch. After handing it to me, I chugged it like it was water.
“Okay. Ready,” I said.
I didn’t wince once, for I was used to being stitched up.
“How did this happen?” Grayson asked.
“It’s best if you don’t know,” I said.