Missing Link (The Finders Book 1) by Addison Jane Page A

hours max, so by now the guards would have noticed me missing and most likely called Charlie.
    I wrung my hands together nervously, Link caught my gaze, frowning.
    "He'll know by now. Jet would have told him I wasn't there when he went to pick me up..." The boys all eyed each other, they already knew.
    "They trashed the place looking for you." Link confirmed. "KC, is he okay?" I asked quietly.
    "Yeah he's fine. They bought the story he told them. Some guys came in and dragged you out, when he tried to stop them, they beat him up." I nodded and looked down at my lap. Food was placed in front of all of us, Link had apparently ordered for me. I was thankful, while my stomach was turning with nerves, I knew I needed it eat. I picked at the fries on my plate.
    "So... How do you guys know Devon?" I enquired. They all smiled a little, showing me they were fond of my kid brother.
    "I caught him trying to break into my house about a year ago." Roman said laughing. My eyes shot wide and I dropped the small fry I was about to place into my mouth.
    "No way!" Roman just nodded, still chuckling quietly.
    "Luckily Link was with me at the time and stopped me beating the little twerp to a pulp."
    "Why?"
    Roman looked at me like I was crazy.
    "Um... Because he was breaking into my house?" He said like it was obvious.
    "Not you." I pointed to Link. "Why did you stop him?"
    Link looked up from his food and met my gaze.
    "He was just looking for food. He was living on the streets, didn’t have many options left." He shrugged like it was no big deal, but I could hear my heart shattering in my chest. My little brother, homeless, with nothing to eat and nowhere to go.
    "He was supposed to be safe." I whispered, guilt weighing heavy on my heart.
    "Your Aunt May passed away just after he turned 18. Therefore he didn't qualify for foster care. She didn't leave him anything so he was on his own for a couple of months." Link's hand touched my thigh lightly. "He's okay now."
    I shook my head, "I should have been there." I shoved my plate of food forcefully across the table, frustrated with myself. I thought I was doing what was best, leaving with Charlie. But all this time the person who matters most to me was suffering. Roman and Dominic stayed quiet.
    "I need to see him, Link." I pleaded quietly.
    "You will when we get there, he lives with Rome and we gave him a part time job, nothing fancy, just picking up stuff and dropping stuff off to clients." Link said, smiling.
    "Really?" I was surprised, maybe Roman had some sweetness under his sarcastic exterior. He rolled his eyes at me when our gazes met but I just smiled in return showing him I saw through his tough guy facade.
    "We gave him a job? So you guys all work together?” Link nodded now having finished his food and sipping at a hot cup of coffee.
    "We have a private missing persons firm. Sort of like private investigators, but we don't do all the following around cheating spouses and stuff. We specialise in finding people, whether it’s someone from the past or a family member who has disappeared without notice."
    "So, that first night when Charlie said you were snooping around his business, were you looking for me?" Link shook his head.
    "Not entirely. We have reason to believe he had a part in another girl’s disappearance. But when you walked down those stairs I recognised you instantly." His eyes stared away, like he was reliving that moment.
    "Devon has a picture of you, he used to carry it in his wallet, but now it's sitting on his dresser. We had all seen it but Dev is pretty private, told us it was his sister but simply said you weren't around anymore. After I saw you I went straight to Rome’s house and found the picture. I had to check while the image of you was fresh in my mind."
    I felt the tears burn my eyes. The reflection of light off a car outside caught my eye. A large black SUV pulled up, one I recognised, one I knew so well. I gasped and pushed myself out of the booth,