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hospital she had listed.  Out of all that, she had kept only the number that she never intended to use.  What The fuck?
    Thinking about what he had found out, and what he still didn't know; Noah picked the phone back up while the truck rumbled away in park.  He found the number he wanted and pressed the screen of his phone and waited.
    The call went to voicemail as Noah knew it would.  It was rare that Brady answered his phone.   After he left the rangers a few years back with the Congressional medal of honor, and a barely noticeable limp, he had started his own business using the skills he had learned in his specialized field.  That business was doing well by all accounts, which kept the man busy, but he called back quick enough when it was important.  Noah intended to leave no doubt how important this was.  After the automated voice told him to leave a message, Noah spoke.  As was his way, he kept it brief and blunt.
    "I need a trace on a number, fast.  A name and address, and anything else you can get quickly."  Noah growled out the number.  "I'll owe you big on this one.  My sister is in trouble.  She's sixteen."  He added the last so that there was no doubt this was high priority.  He ground his teeth.  "Call me."
    He hung up and dropped the phone back on the seat.  He hitched the truck into drive with a little more force than necessary and pulled out into the early morning traffic. 
    Unfortunately, until he heard from Brady he had no fucking clue where he was going.
    ***
    When the call finally came, Noah put down the coffee he was holding and grabbed the phone off the table.  Pressing the button to answer it, he took one look at the caller ID and pulled it to his ear.  "Talk to me," he said curtly.
    "I have what you need," came the reply in Brady's deep voice.  The man sounded as cold as his Nordic blond looks and ice blue eyes made him appear.  Just over six four, and all of that solid muscle, Brady was not a man you wanted as an enemy.  As a friend there was none better.
    "Tell me."
    "Emma Grace Younger.  Age 36.  Mailing address is a P.O. box but I found the physical for you.  15526 Lavender Lane, Little Town CA.  When I plugged in the information I got a hit for a business.  Lavender Farms.  According to the website she sells garden supply, flowers, herbs, garden art, soaps, homemade creams, candles, girly shit like that."
    Emma Grace of Lavender Farms, on Lavender Lane? Little Town? Noah grunted his acknowledgment even as his mind was taking in the ridiculous sounding information. 
    Brady seemed to agree because Noah heard the rare trace of humor in his voice when he spoke again.  "You sure you want to take this on without back up?  She sounds fierce."
    She sounds like a god damn Disney character.  But Noah only grunted.  Until he found Hannah and could see for himself that she and the baby were alright nothing was going to be funny.
    "I owe you one," was his only answer.
    "You owe me shit," Brady growled back, all business again at the words that had clearly insulted him.
    Noah nearly smiled.  Brady hung up before he could argue the point with a short, “Let me know if you need more."
    Address memorized, Noah plugged it into the GPS on his phone even while he was dropping money on the table and heading out.  It had been a long wait killing time all day, and he still had a drive ahead of him.
    Nearly three hours from his current location.  Lavender Farms wasn't just in the mountains it was deep in the mountains.  While he was at it he pulled up the information on the nearest hospital from that location and got two pops, neither of them significantly closer than the other.  He could call them both to find out if she had given birth at one of them but he didn't want to waste the driving time, and he had yet to set up his hands free Bluetooth and did not plan to stop to take care of it right at the moment.
    Emma Grace of Lavender Farms.   How the hell had Hannah ended up three