Van, Becca - The Love of Three [Elite Dragons 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Page B

clenched into fists. That was the part that had him worked up. This damn organ-smuggling ring was supposed to be destroyed. They’d put its mastermind in high-security prison and scattered its henchmen.
    And he was supposed to be back at the stud farm, getting on with his life.
    Thinking of Alicia, he made himself take a breath and relax his hands. We’re doing this for her. For Brooke and Janie and those two women who are still out there. We’re doing this for anyone who might be in danger from these monsters .
    Seton was still explaining what they’d found to the Healys. “A Dr. Jones breezed into that clinic a few months back, but he hasn’t been seen in days. Just hasn’t shown up for work.”
    “But that sounds promising,” said Bryden. “If these assholes have stopped using the name ‘Smith,’ something like ‘Jones’ is right up their alley.”
    “Set up an alert on the name, by all means.” Stedman couldn’t help sounding weary with the idea. “But even if that’s a new alias, Jones has moved on. They all have.”
    “If this is another branch of the organ-smuggling ring,” Bryden said, “they’d be pretty fucking stupid to hang around the town they just abducted two women from.”
    “But they took the women with them,” Stedman said. “If they’re still alive.”
    There was a moment of silence as everyone digested that thought.
    Stedman was the one to break it. “We’ll set up an alert on Jones’s name. If he uses that alias to practice medicine anywhere in the Midwest, we’ll find him. We also have a lead on where he might have gone, but it’ll take some time to follow.”
    He couldn’t bring himself to admit it, but it would probably take too long for the kidnapped women. It was impossible to stop thinking about Alicia in this same situation a few months ago. They had to find them before the smugglers killed them.
    Codi spoke up. “Bronsin didn’t detect anything off while you were searching the clinic?”
    “None of us did.” Stedman glanced toward the connecting door to assure himself that it was closed, with Bronsin on the other side. “He’s been weird today. Doesn’t want to put his shields back up.”
    “Is that a bad thing?” asked Bryden. “If anyone’s going to detect some sign of a problem, it’s him.”
    Before Stedman could answer, the connecting door slid open. Bronsin himself came in, followed by Ward. “Where’s the map?” Bronsin asked.
    Ward produced one from his backpack and laid it out on the table. All the men gathered around, looking over one another’s shoulders or between gaps to see. Stedman hung back a little. He managed to catch Ward’s eye and raised his eyebrow with a significant look toward Bronsin. Ward just shrugged.
    Bronsin scanned the map and then tapped another town. “We need to head here.”
    “You want to go to Billings? That’s just over another two hours away,” Lander said.
    “So what,” Bronsin replied. “We need to get here, and I think we should leave tonight.”
    “Why?” Stedman queried.
    “I don’t really know. Call it intuition.”
    Ward and Stedman exchanged another look. Bronsin was looking at him as if he’d just made the simplest suggestion in the world, but it didn’t seem simple to Stedman at all. “Are you picking up something that’s telling you to go there?” he asked.
    “Not really.” Bronsin rubbed his head, frowning. “I don’t know how to explain it.”
    Stedman didn’t know what to make of this hunch, but he didn’t relish spending the next two or three days working out where exactly Jones had run to. He had no doubt that their sleuthing abilities would eventually pan out. By the time they did so, however, would Jones still be where they wanted him?
    The others looked to him for the decision. “Okay, let’s pack up. I’m going to contact Coulter.”
    Three hours later, Stedman drove his truck into a motel parking lot in Billings, Montana. Once he had three rooms, he and his brother