Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
I grunted. “Where is he?”
“He’s at The Bonfire. A few of us slipped away to meet you, but he ain’t going to be happy that we did that.”
“I know.” Keeping guys out of the loop was not in our culture, but neither were handling cartels, bad club politics, and splitting your club up in four fucking different ways. “I’ll talk to him, but did you let him know that we got her?”
He nodded. “Yeah, and speaking of, I know of a warehouse we can bunker down in.” He jerked his chin up toward the back of the truck, meaning he knew of a discreet place where we could have our interrogation.
“It’s safe?”
“It’s the middle of nowhere. My uncle tried doing a shop here, but it didn’t take. It sat abandoned when he got carted off to prison.”
“All right. Send everyone the coordinates.”
My phone buzzed then.
Crow: What’s the plan? We’re twiddling our thumbs up our asses here.
“Stripes.”
“Yeah?” He’d started back for his bike.
“Text it to Crow too.”
He paused, just briefly before he gave a nod.
Me: Meet us at the coordinates.
Boise came over. “You sure about that? He’s got guys we might not be able to trust.”
I was watching Tracey and Claudia in the truck and I tracked down to where those guys were still lying unconscious. We had more battles on the way concerning Estrada. I wanted to handle the one with Crow or his men before we did that.
“Yeah. I want to get it all out in the open, once and for all.”
Boise went still, hearing what I wasn’t saying. He let out a swift curse under his breath. “Gonna be fire, that’s for sure.”
“Yeah.”
I was past caring.
They tried to go after my woman. They shot my brother, and they were planning on doing more, a whole lot more. These were just the warning shots as far as I was concerned.
I was itching to go after them.
40
SHANE
Heckler was calling when we arrived to the place Stripes told us about. The place looked abandoned, like he said, so he had to kick in the door a few times before it finally opened.
“Oh, man. Are you serious?” Roadie was griping, waving his hand in the air before him as he walked inside. “This place is covered in dust and probably rat shit. I got allergies.”
“Cry me a river,” Stripes sent right back.
My phone was still ringing so I answered, starting to walk right back on the gravel driveway we just came down. “Give me some good news.”
He laughed. “I’ll do that, no problem. Prez is going to pull through, and we have him locked up tight. He is hidden and no way anyone can find him.”
I stopped because what. Did. That. Mean? I was scared to hope. “You shitting me?”
“I would never shit you. We are heading your way, or I should clarify that we are heading to stop that second van. Thinking we can cross paths with them in Albuquerque. You think you can meet us?”
“I’m thinking you’re going to get there way sooner than we can.”
“You got the other van?”
“We got the other van.”
He let out an amused grunt. “That is fan-fucking-tastic.”
I looked back. The warehouse was lit up so there was electricity. The guys were starting to bring Estrada’s men inside. And as I watched, I saw Tracey start to grab one of the guys and after a second’s hesitation, Claudia took the other end of him. Together, they carried the man inside. He dipped low to the ground, but Tracey was a strong woman. She was holding her own. Claudia struggled, but out of sheer spite, she held up the guy's arms and head. It was almost comical to watch.
Corvette moved in and relieved Claudia before she did head damage to the guy.
Once they were inside, I asked in a low tone, “You know anything about this Tracey?”
“That’s Granddad’s niece? The one they grabbed?”
“The very one.”
“Not really, but she’s not really in the community anymore. I thought she wifed up with someone? Out in West Virginia? Doing hair, right?”
“Could you ask around, see if you hear anything about her.”
“Sure, but what’s the reason? What are you looking for?”
“I don’t know, just a wonder right now. Boise said Estrada’s guys were treating her differently. And she wasn’t too tore up when we found her. Makes me wonder. She helped bring in one of the guys just now too.”
“Yeah, yeah. Consider it done. I’ll call the computer guys, have them do a search.”
“Good. That’s a good call.”
“See you, Boss. Call me when you got things figured out where you are.”
“Will do.”
I was heading inside when Tracey stepped out, and she did it in a way like she’d decided this was her time to talk to me. There was a purpose to her step, and she stood in the middle of the door. Her head lifted. Her eyes met mine, and she asked, “Thinking we could have a talk before you lay into those guys back there?”