Pulling his phone from his pocket, he decided it was time to dig a little deeper into Wade Blackwell. He needed to know if whatever Wade was into would spill over onto Jenna and Cam in anyway. "Well, if it isn't Malibu Ken," Colt Harris' amused voice answered. “I need your help,” Riley replied, his tone flat. “Anything, brother, shoot,” Colt said, alerted by the seriousness in Riley's tone. “I need you to do an extensive background check…and I mean extensive, extensive. Financials, the works.” “Not a problem. What’s the name?” “Wade Blackwell.” “The Motocross guy?” he asked, surprised. “That’s him.” “OK…and we’re running him, why?” Riley sighed. “Because I’m seeing his ex-wife and he just showed up at her house hopped up on drugs and being an ass.” “Gotcha. I’ll have it all to you within the next hour.” “Thanks, man.” “You bet.” He ended his call with Colt, then scrolled through his contacts to call his cousin, who was a family counselor who specialized in working with kids. He had a feeling Cam would need to talk to someone about all of this.
