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“Robyn you know i can’t tell you and we both can’t have this live not with sam in the picture, Give me a lead and i’ll take care of it personally but right now you need to just point me in the right direction and tell me what i’m up against.” 

Robyn had to take a moment to process; she was justified in being hesitant to share with her ex, especially considering they weren’t her secrets. This was just another assignment to him, and it was personal for her.

❝   I will tell you what you want to know… if you        promise not to kill him. Not immediately, at least.        Whether you like it or not, he’s in Sam’s life and she loves him.   ❞

“This isn’t something we’re going to discuss right now i have a job to finish and i do have a time frame so i need something otherwise i’m just going to burn down his place and kill everyone inside, but don’t think i’m still not mad about you bringing sam around him.” 

Jon pulled out his backpack and pulled out the files he had on brendan and the multiple sightings of him and his crimes. Trafficking, smuggling, every crime for underground networking. 

“Okay miss PI give me something to work with because my case sources are never wrong and i mean never.”

There went what she misconstrued to be a moment…

A majority of the timestamps told her that these images were before they started dating. Robyn noticed most of the recent pictures were taken after date nights or family events they went together. She decided to keep quiet on the alarming amount of pictures Jon had of her, too.

❝   Jon, you are wasting my––    ❞

What caught her good eye was the image of Brendan talking to a woman with a buzzcut and crutches. This image, according to the dates, followed a picture of him visiting the cemetery…

…Son of a bitch.

      “I’m guessing you’re not a morning person?”