Chapter Nine
“Come on, Jess. Pick up,” Luke muttered. This was the third time he’d called his team leader, and it had gone right to voicemail.
He paced the living room of the house he’d grown up in, taking in everything his mom had, everything she’d worked for. The modest furnishings were all her.
He’d waited to call Jess after his mom left to retrieve the little girl who would soon officially be part of their family. She was a mother, a grandmother, whereas the man he’d been searching for had done nothing for any of them. So, again, why was he looking?
“Hey, sorry about that,” Jess said as he answered. “Got some kind of crazy-ass s**t going on. I’ve been trying to get a hold of Matthew. You haven’t heard from him, have you?”
Luke was already shaking his head as he stood at the living
