Page 37 of Monster Mania

“Yes,” Ghost said.

“Well, according to my guy, Viper told one person where he kept those books,” Mouse said.

Angel shook her head. “No.”

Ghost's attention snapped to her, and Mouse continued. “His daughter.”

“No, I don’t have them,” she said again.

“Angel,” Hammer said.

“My father never told me where he kept his club records,” she insisted.

“You sure?” Mouse asked.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Maybe he didn't call them records,” Mouse countered. Angel froze; Ghost saw it, and so did Hammer.

“What?” Ghost asked.

“Nothing,” she whispered.

“Bullshit,” he growled. Angel walked toward the window, and Ghost followed. “What did your father tell you?”

“Nothing,” she repeated.

“Angel,” Ghost warned.

She turned to face him. “Stop interrogating me.”

“Then stop making me drag every fucking answer out of you,” Ghost challenged.

Her eyes flashed. “I didn't ask you to investigate my life.”

“No, you just showed up in our clubhouse with half a fucking war chasing you,” he reminded.

“I didn't know they found me!” she insisted.

“But they did,” Ghost shouted.

Hammer stepped between them. “Enough.” Ghost backed off, and Hammer looked at Angel. “Did your dad ever give you anything before he died?”

“No,” she breathed.

“Did he tell you anything strange?” he asked.

“No,” she said.

“How about, did he ask you to remember something?” Hammer questioned. Angel hesitated. Ghost caught it, and Hammer did too. “What was it?” Hammer asked softly.

Angel looked down. “When I was a kid, Dad used to play games with me.”

“What kind of games?” Ghost asked.

“He’d pretend that we were on treasure hunts,” she said. That got his attention. “He'd hide things around our house or the clubhouse. Stuff like candy, birthday presents.” She shrugged. “You know, stupid stuff.”

“What happened then?” Hammer asked.