“Who the fuck are you and where is my son?” growled Gator.
“Oh, shit,” muttered Red. “Sorry, sir. Are you Chief Dougall?”
“Retired. But, yes.”
“We’re his teammates. I’m Red, that’s Bullett and the other one is Bo. Sorry, sir, we didn’t expect you so fast.”
“We’ve got our ways,” said Gator.
Red backed up, allowing the men to enter the room. Joey’s apartment was small for one man but all of these men, it was miniscule.
“Where is Marissa? Where are they?” asked Christopher.
“You must be her father,” said Bullett. Christopher nodded. “The men who were blackmailing her, using her, found out where Joey lived by tracing his plates. They showed up here but not before he took my truck and Marissa and left. He said he was going to find a place for them to hide.”
“I’ll call him,” said Gator. He disappeared into the bedroom as the men made themselves at home. Christopher stared at the three men, watching as they squirmed beneath his gaze.
“Thanks for helping Joey,” he said.
“We’re teammates, sir. It’s what we do. Besides, what they did to Marissa is horrible. We think they want something else from her. They sent seven guys to get one girl.”
“Who are these men?” asked Wes.
“Um, we’re not sure. They run the club and apparently run this gambling ring where they suck people in, let them win a bit, then hold them for ransom, pretty much.” Bullett stared at the men. “Um, sorry sirs. But who exactly are all of you?”
“Guess that would help, wouldn’t it?” smirked Wes. “I’m Wes Jordan, Marissa’s grandfather. That’s Christopher, her father. In the bedroom is Gator, or Ian. That’s Ham McDonald, her uncle and Patrick Jordan, also her uncle.”
“Fuck, I was about to ask why you only brought five men but I guess that explains it,” smirked Bullett. Gator walked out of the bedroom and nodded at them.
“They’re safe. They stopped and got her some clothes and something to eat. They’re going to find a place to lay low until we can figure out what the fuck is happening.”
“We could go to them,” said Bo.
“No, son. Not you. Those men saw you and will probably be watching for you.” Bullett’s phone rang and he stared at the number.
“It’s the colonel. We’re supposed to be on leave.”
“Put it on speaker,” said Christopher.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Bullett, I need the team back here now. I have some questions for you regarding an incident at a club.”
“I’m not sure I understand, sir. What club?”
“You know damn well what club. Where’s the girl?”
“Sir, I’m sorry but I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” said the young man.
“Get your sorry asses in here. You’re going to tell me what you know or we’re going to have a conversation you won’t like.” The phone went dead and he stared at the men in the room.
“We have to go in,” he said.
“You’re not going alone,” said Ham. “I was a Ranger. I still know a few folks that can help us if we need it.”
“Sir, that might cause trouble for you,” said Bo. Ham laughed, shaking his head at the young man.
“Didn’t you hear, son? Trouble is what we enjoy the most.”
