I Am Sin (Steel Legends #1) Read Online Helen Hardt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Steel Legends Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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Because this day is going to be difficult.

First thing I need to do, before I go to the music store and get my schedule for percussion lessons, is call Alayna the PI and tell her I need her to back off on the investigation into Griffin.

But I have something else for her. Something the Steels may not pay for.

I need her to find my parents.

But before I ask her to do that, I grab my phone and pull up all my social media accounts.

I have dummy accounts on each one. I never post, and no one knows it’s me. But it gives me the ability to search the sites.

Felix and Stefania Locke.

I can’t find them anywhere.

On Facebook, Instagram, even LinkedIn. My father was a plumber. He’d be about fifty-five years old now, still of working age. Surely he should have a LinkedIn.

But nothing.

My mother Stefania—he called her Stevie—was a homemaker. She stayed home with Griffin and me.

She sold some kind of cosmetics on the side. Mary Kay or Avon or something like that. I can’t remember which.

If I could remember the name of the company she worked for, I could search for her that way, but when I put in Stefania Locke with the names I remember, I get nothing.

This was a million years ago anyway. My mother was young and beautiful, so she sold cosmetics easily. Women thought they could look like her, so they bought it in droves.

But I have no idea what she looks like now. After locking up one child and then losing another, she can’t possibly still be beautiful. Inner turmoil tends to surface after a while.

I can’t help but wonder… Do they ever think about me?

Do they ever regret their decision?

Once Griffin disappeared for real, why didn’t they come for me? At that point, they should’ve known I wasn’t guilty of what they thought I’d done.

After a quick shower, I throw on some jeans and a black Dragonlock T-shirt. God, I miss the band. When they got back from the European tour last spring, we didn’t have any gigs for a while because Jesse and Rory were so busy with wedding plans.

I rejoined the band after leaving rehab, and we practiced sometimes, played a few local concerts, but nothing huge that paid a lot. Most of what I made went to pay off bills I had accumulated during rehab. Then we played at the big quadruple wedding at the Steel Ranch in Snow Creek.

Jesse and Rory took off on their honeymoons, and I haven’t touched my drums since.

I walk to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. The pot is empty, and a stainless-steel thing sits in the sink.

A French press. I’ve never used one before, so I start a pot of coffee in the regular drip pot.

Then I look in the refrigerator. I grab a couple of slices of bread and shove them in the toaster.

I’m not very hungry anyway.

Once my toast is ready, I butter it and snarf it down with some coffee. Then I grab my phone, sit down at the small table, and call Alayna.

“Talk to me,” she says into the phone.

“Alayna, it’s Dragon Locke.”

“Hey, Dragon, you were on my list to call today.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, just to give you an update. I haven’t got a lock on that first phone number, and⁠—”

“There’s a problem,” I say. “I got another call last night from a different number. They told me I need to call you off or they couldn’t guarantee my sister’s safety.”

She doesn’t speak for a moment, until⁠—

“All right. Send me that number. But I should ask what you want to do.”

“I’m torn,” I say. “On the one hand, this could all be a big ruse. Someone’s fucking with me. But on the other hand…”

“Your sister could actually be alive.”

“Yeah.”

She pauses. “I can be discreet.”

“You weren’t discreet enough because they figured out someone’s looking.”

“They couldn’t know. I use the top technology in the business. No one can trace what I’ve been doing. Frankly, Dragon, I think they’re trying to con you.”

“They said to call her off. They know you’re a woman.”

“Are you saying it’s less likely that a woman would be doing this work?”

I rub my forehead. “Of course not. But if I were some derelict…”

“Dragon, it’s all right. I understand where you’re coming from. There are typically more men in my line of work. If this guy was making this up and going with the odds, he’d probably have referred to me with male pronouns. I still am not sure that’s enough to warrant throwing this investigation. He could still be trying to mess with you. But I’ll leave the decision to you. Do you want to keep investigating?”

“Do you think we should?”

“That’s all up to you,” she says. “But if it were me? I’d keep on it.”

“All right,” I say. “Keep on it, then. I’ll send you the information as I get it. But there’s one other thing.”


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