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do some of the loading, though. The copier is getting a little ornery with all of the printing. I’ve been babysitting it to make sure they’re coming out good.”

I grabbed the handle of the cart and tugged it through the door. “You don’t have to tell us twice.”

Queenie supervised to the side while I loaded up the boxes of posters into the trunk of her car. By the time I got the last box in, her car was squatting under the weight.

“Good thing we didn’t get charged for the posters. I’m thinking we’re going to have a flat tire before we get these all delivered,” Queenie laughed.

I drove to a nearby strip mall and popped the trunk. “You ready to do this?” I asked.

“Better than sitting at home twiddling my thumbs.” She leaned across the center console and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Let’s go.”

She jumped out of the car and hopped to the trunk.

I hadn’t seen Queenie this excited since Gunner was kidnapped. If handing out a few thousand posters made her happy, then you can bet your ass we were going to be handing out posters until Gunner came home.

*

Chapter Ten

Why not?

Queenie

“Act natural.”

Sledge grabbed a box from the trunk and scowled. “What?”

I nodded to the news van that had pulled into the parking lot. “I think they’re watching us.”

Sledge hoisted the box of paper onto his shoulder. “You want me to get rid of them?”

I shielded my eyes from the sun. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to get a little press out there about Gunner. We still weren’t any closer to finding him, but passing out posters the past two days had given me some sort of sense that I was doing something.

There had been a few tips called into the police station, but none of them had panned out.

“What if we just see how it plays out?” I suggested.

I knew Sledge was right about people being assholes and maybe spinning what happened negatively, but it also might be like the posters. It might help up to actually find Gunner.

A man and woman jumped from the van and they walked over to Sledge and me.

“Hi, I’m Deedra Morel. We were wondering if you guys would be interested in doing a little interview and let us follow you around for a bit while you hand out posters?” The woman held out her hand and smiled brightly. “We’ve been following the kidnapping of Gunner Row and want to give our viewers an update. Straight from you.”

I glanced at Sledge.

“This is your call, sugar. I’m okay with whatever you want to do.”

I held out my hand to Deedra. “I’m Queenie Row, and I think that sounds like a great idea.”

*

Chapter Eleven

Some answers…

Sledge

“I know someone who was on TV.”

Queenie rolled her eyes. “It was a forty-five-second little thing, Petra.”

“But it was good,” Petra insisted. “Like, really good.”

It had been good. Deedra had interviewed Queenie for about twenty minutes, and then, they followed us around for a couple of hours while we delivered and handed out more fliers. Almost three hours of footage had been boiled down to forty-five seconds.

Queenie and I were at the clubhouse waiting for Quinn and Dyno to get back from visiting Brick. It had been four days since we started handing out fliers. While we still didn’t have any more leads, Queenie was definitely more upbeat.

“That was really good. If I wouldn’t have known you as I do, I totally would have felt for you.” Kimber pointed the remote at the TV and turned it off. “If someone didn’t cry during that, then they don’t have a heart.”

“Amen to that,” Fancy agreed.

The roar of engines pulled up to the clubhouse.

Quinn and Dyno were back. Hopefully, that meant they had some good news.

They walked in, looked at us gathered around the TV, and frowned.

“Church, now,” Quinn grunted. “Queenie only.”

“What?” Kimber and Fancy shouted.

Quinn shook his head. “I don’t want a two-ring circus going on while I try to figure shit out. You three keep your butts out here, and if I hear one little noise from you guys, you’re banned from the clubhouse.”

“You can’t do that,” Kimber insisted. “We want to help find Gunner, too.”

Fancy sat forward. “Come on, Quinn. Kimber and I will keep our mouths shut, we swear. And Petra is super smart. Maybe she can help.”

Kimber wrinkled her nose. “Hey, you and I are smart.”

Fancy elbowed Kimber. “I know, girl. I’m just trying to talk your biker dude into letting us into church.”

“There shouldn’t