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had finished before ambling over to his soft bed in the living room as Blaise finished eating.
    Glancing at his watch, he hoped Chuck would be up at this hour, unable to wait any longer to get his hands on the security tapes. Locking up, he headed out, arriving at the bar about fifteen minutes later. Walking around to the back, he knew if Chuck were there, it would be to accept deliveries. Sure enough, the owner was there and, surprisingly, so was Trudi.
    Chuck’s arms were full of boxes of beer as he unloaded them from a delivery truck, helping the driver. The bulky owner, his shirt slightly pulling at the button at his stomach, looked up as Blaise approached. With a head jerk toward the door, he indicated for Blaise to follow.
    Trudi, right on their heels, was already asking questions. “What happened last night to that girl? Did you see her again? Do you know where she went?”
    “Hold on, Trudi,” Blaise said. “Give me a minute and I’ll tell you what I know.”
    Trudi patted her big hair in place, while a pout settled on her expression. “Fine, but don’t take too long!”
    Once inside the kitchen storeroom, Chuck set down the box he was carrying and called out to the driver, “I’ve got somethin’ to do. You can bring the rest of it in and put it here.”
    Gaining a nod, the driver headed back to his truck. Chuck went into his small office and came out with a disk. “Don’t know what you’ll find, but I reckon you Saints’ll be able to gain some kind of clues.”
    Nodding gratefully, Blaise laid the disk down on the counter next to him, his hands resting on either side of it. Shaking his head, he confessed, “Can’t tell you much. I found her out back and she had a big dog with her. She was feeding the dog, as well as herself. And…not just what you had given her. It looked like she had been digging through the garbage to find some food.”
    “Fuck!” Chuck growled, at the same time Trudi cried out, “Oh, hell no!” Blaise looked at their faces, seeing anger written on both.
    “No fuckin’ way is someone gonna eat my garbage,” Chuck continued. “You think she’ll come back? I could start leaving some food out for her.”
    “That girl needs help!” Trudi announced as if no one else had thought of that. “What are you and that group of big men gonna do about it?” she demanded.
    “We’re working on it, Trudi. That’s why I had Chuck give me this security disk.”
    Trudi huffed as though the men were inefficient. “Well, I’d think a bunch of you trying to find one little woman with a big dog would be able to track her easily. And when you do,” she added, poking a long, red fingernail in his chest, “I want to know. I’ll make sure that girl’s got some clothes and food!”
    Blaise glanced down at the finger jabbing his chest and grinned. Chuck and Trudi might run the bar with a bit of surly, down home, no frills manner…but they had two of the biggest hearts he knew. Well, besides the Saints and their women!
    “We’re gonna work on it right now,” Blaise replied, snagging the disk off the counter and, with a kiss to the top of Trudi’s hair, he headed back out the door. Stepping around the delivery truck, he glanced about, his mind replaying the events of last night. Wherever you are, Mystery Lady, I’m going to find you. And whatever it is you need…I want to help you get it.
    *
    Pulling into Jack’s driveway after passing through the security gate, Blaise drove to the front of the house. There was a rear entrance to the underground compound, but the Saints always parked in the front and entered through the front door. Jack wasn’t just a boss—he was a friend. All of the Saints were.
    Entering the large, luxury log cabin, he immediately moved to the kitchen bar where Jack’s wife, Bethany, was just pulling out a large cobbler. Her baked treats were one of the reasons no one was ever late to meetings. Taking a plate from her with a wink and sincere thanks, he turned