Because three days earlier, after Lena finally pulled herself out of the emotional darkness that had swallowed her, she’d asked Jax for a name.
And he gave her one — along with a file.
Everything Priest had managed to find about her mother’s last known movements. Fake names. Dead ends. Burner phones. A woman who had built her life around disappearing.
Lena studied every page like it was life or death.
And then, she left.
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She drove through three states alone, chasing whispers and old memories.
In Albuquerque, someone had said her mother helped at a free clinic six months ago. But when Lena got there, the clinic had been shut down. Burned. They said it might have been arson.
In Amarillo, a waitress at a quiet diner swore a woman with her mother’s eyes used to stop by every few we
