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he'd realized how badly he'd hurt her. He had a chance now to make it right, a slim chance, but if he could get her to let him in like she had today then the odds were better.
    Overwhelmed by the sudden urge to hear her voice, he reached for his phone. He didn't have her number, but he had Paco's. He was just about to dial when he heard the familiar rumble of a bike. It was Royal; he could tell by the sound of the engine.
    “We need to talk.” Royal looked grim as he walked into the house a moment later.
    “What happened?” Danny had known Royal a long time. He'd never seen the look that was on his face at the moment, and there was no way in hell that was a good thing.
    “Look around, see if Buster has a bottle around. I think that this conversation requires it.” Royal removed his gloves, tucked them into his back pocket.
    Danny didn't want a drink. He wanted to know what the fuck had his President suddenly so serious, but he looked for a bottle, found one in the last cabinet he opened in the kitchen next to a stack of paper cups. “Well, now we've got a bottle, so what's going on?”
    “It's about Fiona and Taylor.”
    “What about them? Did we find something?” Danny nearly dropped the bottle. If they were dead, it was going to crush Amelia. The very last thing that he wanted was for her to have to feel any more pain.
    “No. There's been no news. I've put the word out that we're looking for them. This isn't about them disappearing. It's about Taylor's father.”
    “Fiona doesn't talk about him. She's never even named a name.”
    “I know that. I asked her not to.”
    For a moment Danny was confused as to why Royal would tell Fiona not to talk about Taylor's father, but then an idea began to form and it all made perfect sense. Royal loved his wife but he had a wandering eye. Mostly he kept that eye out of Detroit, enjoying out-of-town pussy as if it were lined up like a buffet. “You're Taylor's father?”
    “Yes,” Royal nodded. “I know that you're probably angry, but it was different with Fiona. It's always been different with Fiona. I love her and I love our daughter. There is nothing that I will not do to get them back.”
    “Angry? Fuck angry. I'd like to beat you into the fucking ground. You knocked my sister-in-law up! And didn't fucking think to tell me!” Danny reined in his desire to punch Royal directly in the face  and clenched his hands into tight fists instead.
    “I couldn't. No one knew. No one knows. You're the first person that I'm telling. I wanted you to know before we go to the table again. We have to consider the fact that someone figured out who Fiona is to me and that's why they're gone.”
    “If I'm the only one that you've told, how could anyone know?” Danny pointed out.
    “Maybe the same way that someone was able to burn a stash house. Maybe someone is telling tales out of school, or maybe it's completely fucking random. Either way, it's in our best interests to find out and fast.”
    “Agreed.” Danny didn't like unanswered questions much himself. “First thing that we need to do is switch up what houses we're using. All new places seems the best idea.”
    “I've got Ace checking to make sure we didn't pick up a bug or some shit before we sit down and hash it out. For now, I want you to take what we've got here back to Fiona's house with you. I'm sure that you lived there long enough to know somewhere you could keep it.”
    There was a subtle change in Royal's tone, the shift that meant things had gone from request to straight-out order. “Alright,” Danny replied, though the idea of stashing anything in that house didn't sit right with him. It had been his home. It still felt more home to him than the place he'd owned for the last year.
    “Go now,” Royal told him. “I'll stay here and keep an eye on things. I imagine that you're eager to get back to your wife.”
    “Speaking of Amelia, are you planning on telling her?” Danny felt the beginning of a headache