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well enough while in Belfast. She reminded him of his own mother, though Gemma would have crucified him if he’d ever said it aloud.
    Hearing Maureen sound this desperate and afraid made Jax very nervous.
    “What’s up?” He glanced back at Chucky, alarm bells going off in his head. Only one thing could have made Maureen Ashby lose her cool. “Something happen with Trinity?”
    “Girl’s gone missing,” Maureen said. “Off the radar. I’ve left her twenty messages. Haven’t heard from her in more than two weeks and now—”
    “What do you mean, two weeks? She lives with you.”
    “Not for months she hasn’t.”
    “Hang on,” Jax said, growing more frustrated than worried. He turned and ushered Chucky from the office. When the little guy had gone, he sat down at the desk. “Start from the beginning.”
    “There’s no beginnin’, Jax. She’s off with them Russians, and I figure if anyone can find her, it’s you.”
    Jax pushed a hand through a thick scruff of his blond hair. “What Russians?”
    Given the events of the day, just asking the question made him nauseated.
    “Five months ago, it was. A whole Russian delegation shows up—Mafia bastards—wantin’ to do business with Brogan, Dooley, and Roarke—”
    “The Russians didn’t come to Belfast uninvited,” Jax interrupted.
    “Do I bloody care if they were invited?” Maureen snapped. “They were here doin’ business, that’s all I know. Roarke had a friend among them, as much as Roarke has friends.”
    A dreadful calm settled over Jax, the same feeling that always descended on him when things took an ugly turn. It felt like sinking into quicksand and simply throwing his hands up, letting it drag him down, knowing that once it had swallowed him, things would only get worse.
    The Irish Kings—the ruling council of the Real IRA—had entertained a visit from some faction of the Bratva. It made a sick kind of sense. Jimmy O’Phelan had been the RIRA’s man in California, handling the illegal gun business and the relationship with SAMCRO. He’d tried to cut SAMCRO out by directly approaching the Russians, but he’d gone completely rogue, making a mess big enough that the Kings not only gave their blessing for him to be killed … they rewarded SAMCRO for carrying out the hit.
    Now, if Maureen knew what she was talking about, the Russians had made an appeal to the Kings after Jimmy O had been killed. Jax needed to know more—needed to know how that visit had gone and what it meant for the relationship between SAMCRO and the Irish—but Maureen hadn’t called to talk business or the politics of criminal enterprises.
    “One of the Russians—a strong-arm fella named Oleg Voloshin—he followed Trinity like he was in orbit around her.”
    “You think he took her?” Jax asked, grip tightening on the phone.
    “I know he did, Jax. Trinity fell for Oleg. She thinks she’s in love with him … and if I’m honest, I didn’t mind so much. I’ve loved my share o’ men who didn’t exactly follow the letter of the law, and Oleg—he’s a sweet lad for a hired gun. Trinity went off with him about four months ago, but she kept in touch, called me regular until a couple of weeks ago. I haven’t heard a whisper from her, and it’s got me scared out of my wits.”
    Jax leaned back in the chair, staring at the office door Chucky had left open—staring at nothing.
    “Listen,” Maureen went on, “I know there’re other things we need to be talkin’ about, but right now—”
    “You’re worried,” he interrupted. “I’m worried myself. But getting out of the country’d be next to impossible for me right now. Going to Russia—”
    “Who said anything about Russia?”
    “I thought Trinity went back with Oleg.”
    “She left with him, yeah, but your sister’s not in Russia. She’s in America. Last I knew, she was in Nevada.”
    Jax spun toward the desk, digging up a pencil and a sheet of paper.
    “Anything else you can tell me