Sorry for taking so long to finish the Kane storyline. I have the chapters already written and I'm hoping to continue to post one a week until at least that's wrapped up. All familiar characters still belong to Janet.

I followed my ladies out of the office and signaled for Tank to move his ass. As much as I like getting caught up on what my men have been up to since I've last seen them, I don't appreciate the fact that someone's life is currently in limbo. I've hovered there myself more times than I'll ever admit to, and I don't want anyone else to have to endure something similar to the emotional torture I've lived through.

"I want the names George and his wife ... Suzy or Susan?" I asked Kane, whose body was hidden almost completely behind Tank's as they trailed behind us.

"Suzy." He shrugged. "Who knows what her parents were thinking. I've heard they're both dead, so no help there."

"Give me five minutes," Vince said, "and I'll have their dental records and the names of their first pets."

"Make it three," I ordered him.

"Yes, Sir."

"Still a hardass, aren't you?" Kane asked.

Steph was amusing herself by holding Olive slightly above her head while making adorable faces up at her, trying to get our daughter to mimic them, but my wife felt the need to answer the ass question herself.

"Definitely. None are harder than Ranger's."

I caught her eye and she lowered our daughter and used Olivia's tiny hand to blow me a kiss in response.

Vince interrupted what could've been a foreplay moment. "Credit cards show Tipple bought two tickets for a cruise headed to the Caribbean."

"Was the Bahamas the destination?" I asked.

"Yeah."

Nothing new there. "What about the name Leo Henry?"

A few seconds provided no additional information on his location. He was working, then he was gone.

"I could use a vacation," Steph said. "I say we go and scour the islands if there's no trace of anyone here. Olive is good at finding things. Yesterday, I had to stop her from putting an earring backing in her mouth. Those suckers are impossible to find, which is why it was still on the floor, yet she managed to get her supposedly uncoordinated, chubby little fingers on one."

"I'm not sure that's on the same scale as finding a cheating a-hole," Kane told her.

"You're underestimating my DNA."

He looked at me. "There isn't enough time to explain that comment," I told him. "Get all your papers legal, we're going on a sightseeing trip."

"Really?" Steph asked me.

"You want a vacation ... you get one. Finding these three will be a side project."