He needed to get laid.
And not by his regular lay, either. Because she was just as toxic.
One of our club brothers, Weaver, had moved here from Florida. By doing that, he’d also brought his sister along. His sister, Pippa, had so much baggage she couldn’t fit it into two eighteen-wheelers.
Black had helped as best as he could, and Pippa had latched on like a tick.
Black kept trying to squeeze her off, but he never stood firm.
It was a toxic thing they had going on, and as more time passed, the harder it was for Black to work himself free.
The FBI agent, Special Agent Dempsey Guerrero, was the exact opposite of Pippa.
She had her shit together.
She had a career. She had a family that she took care of. She had a path that she wanted her life to take, and she didn’t deviate from it. She didn’t throw tantrums. She didn’t need help. She was fully independent.
And Black wasn’t sure what to do with his life if a woman didn’t depend on him.
Honestly, the way that Dempsey and Black got along, I could see them going the long haul.
If only Dempsey could find a way to cut Pippa from his life.
I hadn’t found out how to do that myself, and it wasn’t like Black listened to me or anyone when it came to what he did with his life.
Even Pippa’s own brother told him he was dumb.
But that was their problem.
Not mine.
Black scowled at Dempsey as he left the room, and I nearly laughed at the way she stuck her tongue out at him as she went.
Black came up to me and dumped on me the moment we were alone.
“FBI’s taking the case over,” he said. “Profiler thinks it’s a woman.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed, his eyes wide. “Can’t believe it, either. I fully expected this to be a man.”
“It’s barely ever a woman.” I shook my head in disbelief.
We never really went toward the female persuasion with our minds because societal norms tended to portray women as caring and nurturing. A caring and nurturing woman wouldn’t ever harm another human being.
But since I was in the Rangers, I’d never seen women solely as passive and abhorring of violence since. I’d seen one too many women willing to blow up themselves or their kids while I was in the service to ever think that way. Then when I’d started this job, I’d been subjected to some pretty shitty women. My blinders were off.
At least I’d thought.
I’d never expected the suspected kidnapper as being a woman, though.
Just goes to show I wasn’t as jaded as I thought…
“Profilers are putting her somewhere between twenty-five and thirty-five. Caucasian. Probably a mother, or possibly a mother that lost her child around that same age.” He sighed and leaned one large shoulder against the wall next to me. “Middle to lower income. They’re thinking not from here, though. They don’t feel like she’ll live in the same place that she’s doing the abductions.”
“Awesome,” I grumbled. “Gonna make it easy to find her.”
Black nodded, his eyes tracking Dempsey as she walked out of the room and down the hall toward us.