Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
“I really appreciate you all helping out.” Bowie stood at the far side of the field with his hands on his hips. He stared out across the rolling field. The sun still shined bright, even though it had begun its descent in the sky. It would take a few more hours before darkness gave way to night, but Bowie’s mind had already muddled into those murky waters that reminded him of all the possible dangers that lurked in the shadows. “Especially with Mano taking off for Seattle.” Bowie couldn’t believe that it was even possible that Rosco had given anyone the slip.
The man wasn’t that bright.
At least not when it came to shit like that.
But looking at the kind of work he did in the cyber world, the man was a fucking genius, and that did worry Waylen on a different level.
“It’s not a problem,” Quinn said. “Anything for you, man. You’re family. Our brother.”
“Speak for yourself.” Flint laughed. “I’d rather go home and watch television than help this asshole, but since y’all are twisting my arm.” Flint leaned against a rock and stretched out his legs. “I guess I’ll relent.”
“Aw, man, I love you too.” Bowie turned. “Why don’t you follow up with the last few places Kalena was seen.” He pointed to the folder next to Flint’s leg. “It’s in there. Moana traced her steps as best she could with a list of people who might have seen Kalena.”
“I’m on it.” Flint nodded. “Will probably be more exciting than this last round of war games.”
“That’s only because Quinn killed you in the first twenty minutes and you had to play dead for the next two hours.” Carter laughed, shaking his head.
“Quinn, do you mind going to the meeting she would have attended tonight?” Bowie asked.
“I think I can manage that.” Quinn nodded. “Maybe she confided in someone there.”
“Those things are supposed to be anonymous, so you might want to work on a cover or at the very least, not look like a cop.” Carter leaned against a tree, scanning the document Bowie had given him that detailed every little thing he had on Kalena. “I’ll take Doctor Liko Akoni. According to this, he’s on call at the ER tonight.” Carter glanced over the pages. “Do you know if he was the doctor who treated Kalena this last time she got sober?”
“We have no idea,” Bowie said. “But that’s what we suspect.”
“I’ll get the missing person report from Emery, or better yet, ask her to come with. I know it won’t be enough to get him to break patient confidentiality; however, maybe he’ll give a nugget of intel that we can go on.”
“I’d do this all myself, but I need to be the one to tell Moana about Rosco and while she’ll shrug her shoulders and act like it’s no big deal, it’s going to wig her out considering her sister is missing.” He caught Carter’s stare. “I know you’d rather be hanging out with Mia, so if you want to pawn that off on someone else, I wouldn’t hold it against you,” Bowie said. “Maybe Emery can do it by herself. She is a cop.”
“Mia understands. Besides, she’d make me sleep at my place if I didn’t do this. Or worse, on the sofa.” Carter chuckled. “I’ve gotten used to waking up with her beside me.” He smiled. “What about the picture of that man you saw at the beach? Anything ever come of that?”
“Waylen’s still working on it. But it’s possible I was too far away and he was gone by the time I left,” Bowie said. “Time to bring up a conversation that, since we’re all sitting out here, we might as well have.”
“Castle isn’t any closer to nailing Fuller and the rest of those assholes than he was two days ago,” Carter said, holding up his hand. “I spoke to him twenty minutes ago. He’s pretty sure we’re going to have to use our leave.”
Bowie stuffed his hands into his pockets. Part of him was thrilled about that prospect. More time with Moana.
But that meant his life was still hanging in the balance with no real direction. No decision could be made one way or the other.
“I think we all know that I’m leaning toward suggesting we sit down and discuss employment opportunities with Hawk and his team.” Carter tucked the document under his arm and strolled toward Bowie. He pointed toward the main building on the ranch. “This is an incredible organization and you have to admit, even though the testing we’re doing is bullshit, some of the other things we’ve done for Waylen, his team, and Hawk are fucking amazing. Not to mention this is freaking Hawaii. What’s not to love about sun, sand, and beautiful views.”
“Your opinion is tainted by a woman named Mia.” Flint tugged at a few blades of grass and tossed them at Carter. “But I’m going to say something that we’re all thinking. We’ve all put in our twenty years and while we’re not old men, we’re not getting any younger. The Brotherhood Protectors offers us the best of all worlds. We get to use the skills the military trained us in, but we don’t have to beat up our bodies quite as bad.” Flint pushed to a standing position. “And the best part is we get to stay in one place. We can make Big Island our home.” He held Bowie’s gaze. “That is if it’s not too hard for some of us to be away from blood ties.”
“I’m away from them in the military.” Bowie nodded. “If I were to retire, I’m not sure there’s anything for me in my hometown. Not anything like this anyway.” He shifted toward Quinn. “What about you? Where are you at with all this?”
“Same place I was last time we spoke. The military’s my life. I know nothing else.” Quinn arched a brow. “With the exception of one thing.” He raised his index finger. “If Castle doesn’t have anything in a couple of weeks and I don’t mean a lead. I mean, if he can’t ensure those five assholes will be court-martialed and rot in a military prison, I’m not re-enlisting. I’m not putting my life, or any of yours, in that kind of danger. And so far, all Castle has given us is a whole lot of filibustering.”
“The truth of the matter is we need to give Castle more time.” Bowie sucked in a deep breath. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do that, because he did. “If we tell anyone we’re not re-enlisting, it will force Castle to reassign McCarthy, Hendrick, Jones, and Ferrero to another team.”
“Yeah. We can’t have that.” Flint folded his arms across his chest. “They murdered their own teammates and they were about to do that to us. We need to give Castle the time, at least through our extended leave.”
“That last mission did fuck with my head.” Bowie tapped his temple. “You know me. I’m an emotional basket case who has the mental capacity of a toddler.”
Quinn laughed. “Are you seriously going to quote Fuller back to us? That’s just wrong on so many levels.” He squeezed Bowie’s shoulder. “I’ll let you know what I find out. You enjoy your night meeting the parents.”
“It’s not like that.” Bowie shook his head, only that’s exactly how it felt. He couldn’t remember the last time he met a girl’s folks. Okay. That wasn’t true. He could and he wished that memory could be torched and tossed in the trash along with the fragments of that relationship.
Talk about awful.
It might have started out strong, but it ended about as badly as it possibly could.
“I’m simply?—”
“Save the explanations for someone who might believe you,” Flint interrupted. “I’m going to head out. I’ll be in touch whether I learn anything or not.”
“Me too,” Quinn said.
“I’ll call you when I leave the ER.” Carter and the rest of the gang strolled across the meadow, down the hill, and toward the main building on the ranch, leaving Bowie with his thick thoughts.
He tugged his cell from his pocket and tapped Mano’s contact information.
“I’m about to take off, what’s up?” Mano answered before it even rang.
“Did you see the report Waylen sent over on Rosco’s mother’s financials?”
“Yeah. That was a bit surprising. Had no idea his family was that rich, but when I did that original deep dive, his banking information isn’t attached to his family name, which isn’t the same last name since his mom remarried money.”
“But what I want to know is if Rosco has access to any of that money and could charter a private plane.” Bowie rubbed his temple. The insanity that had begun to form in his brain didn’t make sense for a few reasons.
“Anything is possible. I’ll have Waylen work his cyber magic. If he can’t do it, he’ll have Darius Ford do it. He’s the best.”
“So I’ve heard. Wyatt Bixby, who landed at the Yellowstone branch, speaks very highly of him.”
“I didn’t know you and Wyatt were friends.”
“We’re not. I’ve actually never met him. Wyatt ran a mission under my dad about ten years ago,” Bowie said. “I also need you to look at all charters from Nashville to any small airport in Hawaii. And I mean any one of them. It doesn’t have to be Big Island because there are so many puddle jumpers around here that once someone got to Hawaii, they could make their way from one island to the next pretty easily whether by air or by boat.”
“What the hell are you getting at and slow the fuck down.”
Bowie rushed toward the parking lot. He couldn’t get there fast enough. It was as if his legs needed to work as fast as his mind. Only it was his heart that was dragging him there. “I’m not a cop. Hell, I’m not even an investigator. I’m a SEAL. I go in behind enemy lines shooting things up, finding targets, eliminating threats.”
“Oh, fuck me,” Mano mumbled. “I’ve heard this speech before. Get to the point.”
“I have this tickle in my brain that we haven’t heard the last of Rosco.”
“We can agree on that,” Mano said.
“Yeah, but what if we’re wrong on what Rosco’s message is.”
“I’m not following.”
“What if Rosco wants one of two things.” Bowie fiddled with his Jeep keys. “We both know he wants his family to believe that Moana’s in love with him and that in the private group, he mentioned being her personal hero.”
“Yeah. That was weird and not sure what he meant by… well, shit. You think he wants to come here and find her sister, being her real hero.”
“Take that a step further, Mano.”
“I’ll have my wife check all charters right before Kalena went missing and then again right after,” Mano said. “But if your theory is correct, that means Rosco would have to have a place somewhere on Big Island. I’ll get my girl to check rentals in the area.”
“I know that man I keep seeing around town isn’t Rosco, but I don’t think he’s doing this alone. We need to know who he’s the closest to. A cousin. A brother. A best friend.”
“I hear you. I’m on it,” Mano said.
“Make sure you have your wife send me all the listings so I can have my team check them out, and Mano, I could be way wrong on this. But if I’m not, I’m concerned that Rosco might have changed his plans from having Moana fall at his feet with hero worship to something else.”
“Because of that song?”
Bowie let out a dry laugh. “I certainly made a big deal about that and being her boyfriend. I rubbed it in his face.” Bowie paused by his vehicle. “We have no idea how long he could have been on Big Island, watching. But if he was here, he would have seen me and Moana at the bar, flirting, almost every day.”
“But never going home together,” Mano added.
“That’s true. However, I did stay at her place the night before we went to Nashville.”
“And that man barely showed up for her last song,” Mano said. “I’m starting to feel like you’re better at my job than I am.”
“I’m headed to her parents’ now. Call me when you land in Seattle.” The line went dead. Bowie quickly sent off a text to his team, including Waylen and his team, with his thoughts. Even though it was a stretch, and a lot of things had to be aligned, including the fact Rosco would have needed some help, it made more sense than anything else they’d come up with so far.
Now all he had to do was find the little fucker.
“Thanks for being an amazing human.” Moana pushed open the door to her garage apartment. “My mom wants to keep you like a little puppy. She thought you were the sweetest man and wanted to know why I hid you from the family.”
Bowie chuckled. “I enjoyed your mom. She’s a lovely woman.” Bowie leaned over the railing and stared down the street. A constant flow of people—much like a line of ants—shuffled up and down the road between the RV park and the marina, where a few local bars were located.
“Please don’t tell me you’re looking for the mysterious man with the baseball cap?”
“I kind of am,” he said. “Too many strange things happening for me not to.”
“You mean like that doctor not showing up for work and his sister filing a missing person report back in Honolulu?” Moana sighed and shivered at the same time. She had to admit that gave her pause. But she didn’t know what that really meant to her sister’s case.
Or how it could be connected to Rosco, which made no sense to Moana.
“Liko Akoni was the first real lead we had to Kalena.” Bowie took off his Stetson and hung it on the coatrack by the door. “The fact that he went missing the same week that your sister did and that he was possibly working in the ER when your sister was there, well, I don’t deal in coincidences.”
“You sound like Mano and Waylen.” Moana pulled out a couple of beers and waved them.
He nodded. “Both smart men.” Bowie took the beer and leaned against the counter. “Mano came up empty in Seattle.”
“Are you saying he can’t find Rosco anywhere?” She resented that her voice stretched and that a bubble of fear prickled her skin.
“Rosco checked in to the trade show. He has a room, but Mano hasn’t been able to get a visual, at least not on the real Rosco.” Bowie arched a brow. “But someone else has been coming and going from that convention hall, signing in as Rosco.”
Moana gasped. “Why the hell are you just telling me this now?”
“Because I didn’t want to do it where your mom or dad could have overheard it. They have enough on their plate between your dad taking a turn for the worse and your mom worrying about where and what your sister is doing.” Bowie arched a brow. “Not to mention how concerned she is over you.”
“Me?” Moana pointed to herself. “What did she say to you? More importantly, what did you say to her?”
“She asked me how you were handling Kalena’s disappearance. She told me you’ve been more distant than normal and was wondering if something else was bothering you.”
“Good Lord,” Moana mumbled. “She should have had that discussion with me. This is half our problem.”
“Perhaps, and I did suggest she have the conversation with you and not me. That’s when she told me she was afraid to do so. That you either clam up or get angry and she doesn’t want to push you away. All I told her was that it wasn’t my place to interfere in your family business, but that you were under some pressure with your trip to Nashville and some business opportunities that had come your way. Between that and Kalena, you were just struggling to deal with it all and that all I know is that you don’t want to burden them with your problems.” He tilted his head. “I know that was overstepping, but I thought if she heard how you were trying to ease her stress, she might close the distance between you two.”
“Why do you always have to be so kind, sweet, adorable, and say all the right fucking things all the damn time.” She lifted her longneck to her lips and chugged. The entire night, Bowie had been more than charming. He’d been everything she desired in a partner and everything she avoided in a boyfriend.
He had a wicked sense of humor. He treated everyone with the same kindness and respect that she suspected he treated a perfect stranger. He had a tender soul. He was warm. Welcoming. And he was most certainly the kind of man she could fall in love with, which was why she stayed away from guys like him.
“Would you rather I be a total dick?” He cocked a brow.
“I’d rather you show your flaws so I can hold on to being mad at you.”
“I have plenty of flaws.” He winked. “Both my sisters will tell you that I’m cocky, which I am.”
“And yet you’re wildly humble at all the right moments.”
“I don’t know about that.” He shrugged. “But who am I to argue.”
“Oh, did I finally come across a blemish on your character?” She lowered her chin and playfully narrowed her stare. “Are we a bit of an argumentative person? Perhaps a know-it-all?”
He laughed. “I can be.”
She waved her hand. “I give up with you. You’re fucking perfect.”
“Not as perfect as your breasts.”
“Okay, I found the flaw. You have sex on the brain and that’s all you want.”
“It’s not the only thing I desire, but when I’m hanging around with someone as sexy as you, it’s really hard not to think about all the damn time.” He winked. Again.
“Damn it. Why couldn’t you have come back with something disgusting and guy-like, such as how you want to bend me over the counter and screw me, making me beg, instead of something complimentary.” She raced across the room and covered his mouth. “Don’t bother saying anything. I get you’re not like that. You’re an enigma.”
“I’m just a man who finds you irresistible and not just in the bedroom.” He looped his arm around her waist and heaved her to his chest. His lips crash-landed on her mouth and his tongue twisted around hers in a hot tango.
She eased her hand under his shirt and glided her fingers across his skin. She was about to lift his shirt over his head when a tap at the door made her jump and her forehead knocked his nose.
“Shit, that stung.” He took a step back.
“Sorry.”
“Not your fault.” He waggled his finger. “We can blame Flint for that.” Bowie kissed her temple before making his way to the door. He yanked it open. “What’s going on?”
“Sorry to interrupt, but this can’t wait.” Flint leaned against the railing on the small landing over the garage. “Waylen was able to get a hit on the picture you took earlier of that guy with the baseball cap.”
“The one from the beach and the bar?” Moana asked.
Flint nodded. “His name is Parker Johnson and get this,” Flint said. “He’s Rosco’s cousin.”
“Are you serious?” Moana gripped Bowie’s biceps, digging her fingernails into his flesh. “He’s following me?”
“Not always,” Flint said. “But he’s taken up residency at the RV park and has been there since you moved back.”
“Jesus,” Bowie mumbled. “Do we have a visual on Rosco?”
“Not yet, but Waylen and Darius did find something interesting and helpful,” Flint said.
“I’m listening.” Bowie wrapped his arm around Moana.
“Rosco’s stepfather owns a private jet. We got the flight plans for the last month. It landed on Big Island three weeks before Kalena went missing. It left right after, but it’s been back and forth around the time Moana went to Nashville, and it just landed twenty minutes ago.” Flint held up his hand. “Lane and Kian are following him as we speak, and yes, he’s headed to the park.”
“How does he know where I live?” Fear gripped Moana’s heart. It dropped to her toes, flung back up to her throat, and settled deep into her bones. “Does he have something to do with my sister’s disappearance? Could she not be using and… and…”
“While we have no idea if the two things are related, it’s starting to look that way,” Flint said.
Bowie gave her hip a good squeeze before stepping closer to the edge of the small deck. He peered out over the side, glancing down the street toward where the RV park was hidden in the trees. “How far out are they?”
Flint glanced at his cell. “About forty minutes.”
“Have you or Carter been able to get a good look inside that RV? Is anyone else besides Parker there?” Bowie asked.
“Not that we’ve been able to tell, but Parker was gone most of the day, and we didn’t know who he was or how he was related to all this until a little while ago.”
Moana’s head spun. She had no idea what to make of any of this news. It was as if she’d been plopped right into one of her crime novels. Or she was watching a murder mystery movie unfold while she lounged on her bed with a bowl of popcorn, hoping she didn’t get too scared.
“We need to figure out what his game plan is.” Bowie raked his fingers through his hair. “I can think of only one way to do that and I don’t like it. As a matter of fact, I hate it and don’t want to do it. Not only is it potentially dangerous, but Mano will dump me into the volcano.”
“But it’s the fastest way to get Rosco to come out and play, regardless of whether he’s got anything to do with Kalena or he’s just here to fuck with Moana,” Flint said. “And we’ve only got a few minutes to set the plan in motion.”
Moana’s chest tightened as her pulse soared. “I’m standing right here and the two of you are talking in some supersecret code that I don’t understand. Can someone please just tell me what you’re thinking about doing?” She inhaled slowly, letting the oxygen burn into her lungs. Once she got her fill, she blew it out in a whoosh.
“Flint,” Bowie said. “Why don’t you send a message to Carter and Quinn that once Rosco gets here, let Lane and Kian keep an eye on those two idiots and you and the rest of the team continue with the other leads. Moana and will continue to hang out here on the patio and chat for a little bit.”
“All right. I’ll let you know what we find out,” Flint said.
“Stay out of view. The only person I want Rosco to see at this point is me and Moana,” Bowie said.
Flint waved his hand over his head as he jogged down the steps.
Moana wrapped her arms around her middle. “I think I want to go inside.”
“Not yet.” Bowie shook his head before adjusting the folding chairs. “I’d like for Rosco to see us sitting here when he drives by. I don’t really want to do this, but it’s the only thing that I believe will get him to make a move.”
“I’m not following and it’s pissing me off.”
“Why don’t you sit down. It’s a nice night.” He glanced at his phone before staring off down the street.
“What I want is for you to talk to me. I don’t like being in the dark.” She eased into the chair and swallowed the bile that had risen from the pit of her stomach.
“Rosco should be driving by shortly.”
“I don’t like him knowing where I live,” she mumbled.
“Can’t say I appreciate that fact either, but he does and now we have to devise a plan around that all while figuring out a few other things. I also need to decide if I want him to watch me leave,” Bowie said. “The only question is will that be tonight or tomorrow morning.”
“Why is that important?”
Bowie glanced over his shoulder. “It all depends on if Rosco had anything to do with Kalena’s disappearance. We first need to find out if that’s the case and then what Rosco’s intentions are. My plan will be dependent on that. But either way, he’s going to want access to you, and I’m going to have to give it to him, whether I like it or not.”
“You’re going to use me as bait? I’m going to be the carrot you dangle in front of him to catch him at whatever game he’s playing and you made that decision without even discussing it with me?” She glared.
“Sweetheart, you’re bait whether I wanted to use you or not. You’ve always been the prize when it comes to Rosco,” Bowie said. “My plan is simply dependent on what his goals are and if he’s holding your sister hostage.”
“First, don’t call me sweetheart.” She jumped to her feet. “Second, don’t make sweeping decisions right in front of me like I’m not even standing next to you, especially when it’s my life that’s at stake, and possibly my sister’s. I don’t appreciate anyone telling me what to do or how to do it.”
He opened his mouth but she waved her finger in his face. As soon as a car sped past, his gaze shifted.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.” She poked him in the chest.
He arched a brow.
“I get you’re trying to protect me. I don’t discount that for one second.” She gave him the once-over with a narrowed stare. “But what gives you the right to have some secret language with Flint about a plan regarding me and decide that’s what’s best without even considering my feelings?” She poked him dead center in his chest. “Guess we found your flaw.”
He curled his fingers around her wrist, tugging her close to his body.
She jerked her arm free.
“Moana. Don’t be like this,” Bowie said softly. His cell buzzed and he stole a quick glance. “I’ll apologize for not pulling you into the conversation, but I won’t say I’m sorry for making the decision. And frankly, you know I’m right. You also know I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“So not the point. I still don’t even know what the plan is because you and your friends intuitively know what the other is thinking. I don’t have the luxury when it comes to this shit.” She planted her hands on her hips.
“We won’t have a formalized plan until we know what Rosco is really doing. That might take an hour or all night. Until then, I need you to trust me.” He continued to look up and down the street at the people and cars that drove by, barely looking at her, and that pissed her off even more.
“Seriously? Do you even care how this is affecting me?” she asked.
“That’s not fair. Of course I do.” He rested his hand on her hip and glanced over her shoulder. His phone buzzed for like the tenth time and once again, he had the nerve to look at the damn thing.
“That’s it. I’m going inside.”
“Come on.” He cupped her chin. “I’m sorry. I’m just checking to see who?—”
“Save it. I’m too annoyed.”
He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers, but she didn’t want his comfort, so she pushed him away.
“Moana, this is all going to make sense shortly, I promise. It’s all part of the plan.”
“Whatever,” she mumbled as she opened the door. “Let me know what you need me to do and please tell me what you find out about my sister.”
“I will.”
She closed the door and flopped onto the bed. Tears burned her eyes. For the last few weeks, she believed her sister was off doing drugs and now that narrative might be something completely different.
But Moana had no idea.
And neither did Bowie or his team.
Not yet anyway and that bothered her more than being left in the dark.
The door squeaked open.
Bowie crossed the threshold and made his way to the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know I was preoccupied, but I wanted both of us to be out there when Rosco drove up the street, and I wanted us to look as though we were in a heated conversation. Maybe even in a fight.”
“You manipulated me.” She bolted to an upright position. “You could have told me you just wanted me to act a certain way. I could have done that.”
“One thing I do know about you is that you wear your emotions on your sleeve and I needed it to be authentic.” He cocked a brow. “I didn’t want it to be a huge argument, but enough of one that when he drove by, he’d see you push me away and you did that at precisely the right moment.”
“You’re a bit of a jerk,” she whispered.
“I can be.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “We still don’t know if he’s here just for you or if he has your sister. For now, we stay put until we have that answer. Once we do, we are going to have a conversation about how to use you as bait.” He pressed his finger against her lips. “For the record, I would have never done that without talking with you first. I don’t like the idea of it, but I also know it’s the fastest way to draw him out, especially if he has your sister. So, when the time comes, you will have a say in the plan.”
“You mean that?”
“To a certain extent, yes.” He brushed his lips over her cheek. “You’re the expert on songwriting and music. This is my area of expertise. You’re going to have to trust that I know what I’m doing and perhaps default to my direction. But if there is something that you’re really not comfortable with, we can possibly adjust.”
“I want my sister back. And want Rosco to leave me the fuck alone. The fact that he’s here and has been having someone spy on me?” She shivered. “That’s next level creepy. So, I’ll do whatever it takes. Just don’t be some super alpha barking orders at me. I hate that.”
“I’ll try not to. Now, how about we watch a movie or something. Waiting is always the hardest part.”
“You don’t want to go out there with your buddies and do whatever it is you do?”
He chuckled. “Nope. I trust them to get the job done. My role right now is to be here with you.”
“Sometimes you’re really hard to stay mad at.”
“My mom and sisters have always said the same thing. I’m not sure my brother and I have ever really been mad at each other.” Bowie laughed. “Not in the truest sense of the word. I mean, we’d get pissed at each other and duke it out with our fists for like five minutes before we’d be rolling in the mud, laughing our asses off.”
“Besides Kalena being sixteen years older than me, my family dynamics are so screwed up that even the slightest of jokes turns into a ten-year grudge.”
He fluffed the pillows and pulled her close to his chest. “My family is far from perfect. We have our fair share of dysfunction. But your family does have the chance to heal. I know it’s hard with your dad’s prognosis, but you, your mom, and your sister do have time on your side. It will take some work, but it’s possible, if you want it.”
“I do.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m so tired of the way my life has been. I want to make things right with Kalena. I thought she did too and if something bad has happened to her, I’ll never forgive myself.”
“Hey.” He lifted her chin. “Don’t think like that. We’re going to find her and I’m going to keep you safe from Rosco.” Bowie’s kiss was filled with a promise of tomorrow. It was packed with all the joys that came with a loving relationship.
One that she so desperately wanted.
With Bowie.