Dirty Mother Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Uncertain Saint’s MC #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Uncertain Saint's MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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“Okay,” he said. “Can you bring her too? That’ll save us from having to bring her in without you.”

I gritted my teeth.

Looking over at Freya, I knew she was about to hear something she wouldn’t want to hear.

“Fine,” I said. “We’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

Freya’s head snapped up, and her brows furrowed in question.

I held up my hand at her, halting her questions.

“That’s fine,” Agent Fork agreed. “See you soon.”

Then he was gone, and I was left explaining that a woman that Freya had liked had been killed, and we were supposed to go answer questions about it.

Chapter 19

I’m ready to settle down and suck the same cock for the rest of my life.

-Freya to Hanson Coller

Ridley

“You could’ve told me earlier in the day exactly why you were here. You knew before I left for the night that you’d be calling me,” I growled.

Freya touched my hand lightly, and I curled my hand around hers tightly.

Agent Fork shrugged.

“Being here is twofold,” he explained. “I didn’t know about the tattoo shop owner until you were leaving, and by then I figured I’d give you a couple hours to get some dinner before I brought you back.”

“Tell me what you know, and I’ll give you the same,” I said, pointing to my desk chair for Freya to take a seat.

She was justifiably upset, and I couldn’t blame her for the tears that were streaking down her face.

“Daisy Mendes was found outside her establishment dead, about fifteen hours after you left,” Agent Fork started without preamble. “She was found by one of the tattoo artists that opens the place around one in the afternoon. She was strangled.”

Freya’s voice squeaked out as she listened to the agent speak, but I had to give her credit, mostly she kept herself in check.

“Okay,” I said. “That was today?”

“Yesterday,” the other agent, Caldwater, answered. “It’s 0400 now.”

I looked at my watch and sighed, then lifted my hand to pinch the bridge of my nose. “Okay. So this was yesterday.”

Both agents nodded.

“We left the tattoo parlor around two in the morning, then drove back to the hotel to gather Freya’s belongings. She stopped in to say goodbye to her friend, then Michael Prosser drove her car back and she rode with me,” I said. “But you know all this, right?”

He nodded.

“And so you have to have a reason for being here if you have alibis on all of us. Who do you think did it?” I asked.

I had my suspicions.

I just needed confirmation.

Both agents exchanged looks, then Agent Fork pulled out a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket and unfolded it.

Placing it on the desk between the two of us, he leaned back and waited.

“Fucking hell,” I said.

Freya gasped as the enormity of it all finally hit her.

“You think Hanson Coller did this?” she asked. “Why?”

“He was caught on surveillance there after you left,” Agent Coldwater said. “Then again at the hotel about an hour later. He was surveyed in the hallway that housed the room you were previously located in before you checked out.”

I sensed something else was amiss here, but I didn’t figure it out in time to brace myself for what he said next.

“He broke into your room first, and when he found it empty, he knocked on the door that belonged to the woman you said goodbye to before you left,” Agent Fork explained evenly.

“After we followed down the lead at the tattoo parlor, we ran Coller’s bank info and found him checked into the room that was directly above yours. When we reviewed the video feed, we found him trying to find you. When he couldn’t get to you, he went for Kelsey Kincaid in hopes that she could lead him to you,” Agent Fork’s eyes were focused entirely on Freya.

“Oh God,” Freya whispered. “Is she...is she okay?”

Agent Fork’s eyes said something different than his words.

“She’s okay,” he confirmed. “It’ll take a lot to get her back on her feet, but the doctors believe that in time she’ll make a complete recovery.”

I didn’t believe the words any more than Freya did, proving that she wasn’t nearly the innocent that we all thought she was.

“Tell me truthfully,” Freya demanded. “Now.”

Agent Coldwater sighed.

“She’s going to be okay…eventually. What was done to Kelsey…it wasn’t good. She’s going to need a lot of help. And when I say a lot, I mean therapy. Her body will heal physically, but mentally…what she saw…it was bad.”

“What exactly happened?” Freya asked carefully. “And where is she so I can go see her?”

“She’s at a burn center in New Orleans,” he answered her. “She’s going to be there for a while as she goes through the most critical part of the healing process.”

“How…tell me…what was done to her?” Freya asked, her voice just barely above a whisper.

“She was burned, repeatedly, over the course of a couple of hours. It was only one arm, but it was enough to cause quite a bit of damage,” Agent Fork answered. “The police arrived at the room, we think, and interrupted him before he was finished; otherwise, he wouldn’t have ever left her alive. Not with all the questions he’d asked her. She was able to give a clear accounting before they sedated her, and the questions she was asked, all of them centered on the two of you.”


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