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Manic laughter bubbled from her lips. “Oh shit, you her man or somethin’?” she slurred.
“D,” Priest’s voice came from beside me.
“Listen darlin’, Sara ain’t here, but I’d hate for you to waste a trip… how bout’ a special? Twenty-five bucks and I’ll go for a ride—fifty will get you my ass.”
I raised my fist and slammed it into the wall beside her head. She was so out of it she barely flinched.
I got up in her face and growled, “Listen, you fuckin’ whore—”
Jesus, what the fuck am I doing? Gritting my teeth, I released the woman and let her fall to the floor and stumbled back outside to my bike.
“Priest,” I begged in desperation.
“Keep it together, D. We don’t know fuck-all about that bitch, for all we know she doesn’t even fuckin’ know Sara, okay?” The lie fell from his lips so easily I almost believed it.
Almost.
I knew down to my bones that my little sister was working the streets.
A prostitute selling her body to men to cover the cost of her next hit. After everything we’d gone through, the sacrifices I’d made to protect her, to give her something better—something more… she still ended up here.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him,”
Beside me, Priest closed his eyes but nodded. “I know. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
One week later with a trail of dead bodies in our wake, we finally had a lead on where Sara could be.
From the street, the warehouse seemed to be deserted, but the barred windows and padlocked door had me wondering what they were hiding.
A quick search of the property confirmed there was no one around, and with no visible cameras on the exterior of the building, we decided to move in.
I jogged back to my bike and dug through my saddlebag to grab my bolt cutters.
“Damn, Mary Poppins, what else you got in there?” Priest cracked.
I shot him the bird. “At least one of us is prepared.” I nodded toward the warehouse. “C’mon, let’s see what they’re hiding.”
We cut the padlock and dropped the chains and bolt cutters on the ground before pulling our guns from our belts. Priest toed the metal door, the rusted hinges screamed when it swung open. Keeping an eye on the street, I hoped like fuck no one was here because any element of surprise we may have had was gone.
“Clear,” Priest said from behind me.
Lowering my gun, I walked into the empty warehouse.
“Fuck!” I screamed and kicked at the trash on the floor. I thought this was the lead we needed.
“D, I think there’s a room back here.” Priest called from the rear of the warehouse and my boots pounded the concrete as I ran toward his voice.
From the ceiling, a threadbare tarp swayed from chains acting as a makeshift room divider. Behind the tarp, a small room, likely the office, was hidden from view.
My heartbeat pounded in my ears.
God, please. If you’re up there… let her be okay.
Priest pulled on the door handle, but it didn’t budge. I shoved him aside and used my shoulder to batter the wood. It wasn’t long before the wood started to crack, and with a kick from Priest, the door splintered and gave way.
I stepped over the broken pieces into the room, and as I inhaled, the stench of death assaulted my senses, and I couldn’t stop my pained mewl.
No.
