Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

deep breath and smelled grass, hay, horse, and man. That wasn't something she was used to smelling. Men in L.A. didn't smell like that and it was intoxicating. Images of him shirtless on a horse had her fanning herself with her notebook before she even knew it. Damn Miss Lily for putting those ideas of Cy into her head.
    “Sorry. It looks like I’m interrupting. Are you making progress on your sister’s notes?”
    “Some. Here, take a look at these pictures.” Gemma swung her feet to the ground and made room on the swing for him to sit next to her. Cy filled the swing and her heart fluttered when his shoulder pressed against hers.
    “This girl is twelve years old and was shipped on a container ship with twenty other girls from the Philippines to Europe as part of a sex trade Gia was investigating. Here are some more.” Gemma handed him pictures of young girls of all ages, races, and nationalities.
    “They’re so young,” Cy sighed as he shook his head.
    “Gia believed the sex trade was run by a mystery man she called Lucifer. She talked to some of these women. While most wouldn’t say anything, some told her of being taken from orphanages and shipped to Europe and the Middle East. Then
    these . . .” Gemma handed him another couple of pictures. “These women are all Americans taken via interstate trafficking. They are prostitutes who were kidnapped and traded all across the United States. Do you know what they have in common?”
    “Besides tragedy? Let me guess, the rings are all run by Lucifer . . . or Mr. X as we call him at the agency.”
    “That’s right. And there’s more. He’s not a low-level criminal living in the dark. He’s very well connected. In her notes, Gia wrote about a man that your Mr. X was preparing to back for Congress. But he bumbled a job and this is what happened to him.” Gemma pulled out the three pictures and showed him the first picture of the body that still made her cringe. “This is what happened to him for messing up a dog-fighting ring, see?”
    Gemma flipped to the next two pictures showing people at a dog-fight. Cy grabbed the photos and shot to his feet as he stared at the pictures.
    “I don’t believe it. The dead man is Paul Russell. And this woman here,” Cy tapped the picture of the woman in her prim suit taking bets outside of a dog-fighting ring, “that’s Nancy Kincaid. These pictures were taken here in Keeneston. This is the dog-fighting ring that Marshall broke up.”
    “What? Are you sure?”
    “Yes. This is the whole reason I started investigating Mr. X. Your sister was looking into the same thing I was, and it got her killed. At the same time, I was being hunted here in Keeneston. This is good news. Mr. X’s organization is taking out anyone looking into them and now they know you are.” Cy stood up and started pacing along the wooden porch.
    “How is this good news?”
    “It means we’re on the right track,” Cy shot her a smile, the one she recognized as his Hollywood smile. He could shell out his smiles to the ladies, but they never reached his eyes. Gemma wondered what he would look like when he finally let go and smiled for real.
    “You’re basically going to sit here and wait for them to kill us? I don’t know if I like that idea,” Gemma worried. She had just traveled across the country to try to avoid these guys and now it sounded as if Cy was excited that these guys would be coming after them.
    Gemma nibbled her bottom lip as Cy slowly came to stand in front of her. “My plan is to have enough evidence to take them down before they get here. When they arrive, we'll be here waiting to arrest them.”
    “That’s what my sister probably thought, too. Instead, she got in too deep and they killed her.” Gemma looked up into Cy’s eyes and wondered what was really happening behind the façade he kept firmly in place.
    “I won’t let that happen to you,” he said softly as he pushed a stray lock of her hair away from her face. Gemma felt her breath catch as his fingers brushed against her cheek. For a moment his eyes softened and she caught a glimpse of the man behind the mask.
    The screen door slammed and the spell was broken. “Oh dear. I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” Miss Lily asked innocently as her wide eyes blinked. “I just wanted to see if you two were staying for dinner.”
    “Thank you, but we’re going to miss dinner. We’re going to see Marshall . . . and his files.”
     

CHAPTER TEN
     
    Cy