Free Remember Love: Saints Protection & Investigations by Maryann Jordan Page A

company for a while, Miss, and we’ll be back as soon as we know anything,” Jack said smoothly.
    The men stood, all filing out of the room, Blaise leaving last. Kissing the top of her head, he said, “You’ll be fine.” Gaining her nod of acceptance, he followed the others out.
    “Come on,” Bethany smiled. “I’ve got a few friends coming over in a little bit. They want to meet you and I was just ready to pull some desserts out of the oven!”
    Going willingly, she was tempted by the smell of the berry cobbler, but her mind stayed on the men delving into her identity.
    *
    Blaise looked around the table once everyone was in the compound’s conference room. “I really want to thank everyone for coming back in today.”
    The sounds of no problem, anytime, and hell yeahs resounded around the group. Luke began the process of running her fingerprints through the various databases he had, slurping down more of his juiced-up coffee.
    “Gotta tell you, your habit of picking up strays has landed you with a full blown mystery this time,” Marc joked.
    “What have you divined from talking to her over the past week?” Monty asked. The former FBI agent’s analytical mind was already calculating the possibilities.
    “She’s intelligent. She’s very literate. I’d say, definitely educated,” Blaise began.
    “Why didn’t she seek help sooner?” Bart asked. “Why didn’t she immediately go to the police?” A bit of a skeptic, he wanted to know her motives for staying hidden.
    “She’s been having nightmares. Says things appear as black…or dark, was her exact words. And she says she wakes up frightened. Doesn’t know who to trust.”
    Jude smiled, saying, “Just seeing her in the bar that night, I have to say she cleans up nicely. You’ve done a good thing, man.”
    Smiling, Blaise replied, “Giving her access to my shower and all the girlie shit my sister leaves there, you woulda thought I’d given her the best present ever.”
    Getting back to business, Jack asked, “If that dog worked for the TSA and she’s the owner or handler…or both, then why did something not come up in the missing report searches earlier?”
    Luke, glancing over his shoulder, replied, “If no one reported her as missing, then there’d be nothing to find.”
    The Saints pondered that for a moment, before the questions began flying.
    “Why would no one report her missing?”
    “What about family?”
    “What about employers?”
    “What the hell?”
    Jack lifted his hand, calling for silence. “Let’s work the problem instead of making it more complicated than it already is.”
    Cam added, “If she has no immediate family or is estranged from them, there wouldn’t be a report.”
    Nodding, Chad added, “The TSA chip could have been implanted before she obtained the dog. Maybe it’s not her dog. Or it is her dog and the TSA was just an added identifier.”
    “How’s it going, Luke?” Blaise asked, anxious to find out any information.
    “It normally takes about two hours, but I’m narrowing the search down to TSA right now to see if we get a hit.”
    The Saints continued to toss around possibilities with no perceivable results until Luke’s voice called out over the group. “Got it,” he stated proudly, followed by a more subdued, “Holy shit.”
    Blaise, jumping from his chair, rushed to peer over Luke’s shoulder before he had a chance to project the information onto the screen.
    A picture of a smiling, uniformed, dark-haired woman kneeling beside her dog filled the screen. The woman’s smile lit the photograph, piercing Blaise’s heart. His eyes moved quickly over the screen before dropping to the caption underneath.
    Grace Kennedy, TSA trainee, and her dog, Gypsy.

Chapter 8
    I n the kitchen, Bethany pulled out two large cobblers from the oven, placing them on cooling racks. “Can you grab some plates? They’re in the cabinet next to you.”
    “Sure,” Miss replied, getting two down.
    “Oh, we’ll need