Chapter Forty-Six
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Lincoln/ Two Years Ago
K night stares at the cash I extend to him, then lifts his skeptical eyes up. “Hawk, it’s one thing to have me check into Georgia’s father, but this…”
I press the cash into his chest, forcing him to take it before the bills can flutter to the ground. “I’m not paying you to give me your opinion. I need facts. And it’s obvious that there are some things Georgia is holding back. She’s been getting text messages and phone calls to an untraceable phone, and I need to know who it is.”
“Do you think she’s cheating?”
The question is a punch to the gut. One I’ve asked myself when I wondered if I should reach out to Knight about this. “No, I don’t. But I think whoever is reaching out to her is associated with her father, and that’s why she’s not telling me.”
His expression doesn’t change. “What are you going to do once you have the information?”
“I guess that’ll depend on what the information is,” I answer. “So, can you do it? You said you got a guy who can manage some digging. I can’t keep asking my friends at work to help me with this. I need an outside source to tell me who’s on the other end of that phone.”
He looks down at the call log with the number on the top of the paper. “If this is more than you think it is, it can be a hard wake-up call. Do you want to risk that? I’ve had people regret ever asking me to help them because of the shit my guys have dug up.”
“I can handle it.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “I still think you should talk to her about this first. If she finds out—”
“If she finds out, it’ll be my problem,” I cut him off. “Are you going to do this for me or not?”
There’s a moment of hesitation before he dips his head and tucks the money in his pocket. “I’ll see what we can find.”
I dip my head. “Thank you.”
Knight scans over the call history that I requested from my phone provider and lowers the paper onto his desk. “I’m only doing this because your gut is usually never wrong. I just hope it’s worth it to you. Because I’ve seen people torn apart over the shit they’ve asked me to find.”
“Then that’ll be my mess to clean up.”
His silence says a lot as he leans back in his chair. When I walk out of his building, there’s a twinge of doubt in the back of my mind that nips at my conscience.
I want you to trust me.
I remind myself that trust works two ways.