“This doesn’t seem to be a hostage situation,” Lucas replied.
“Then what is it?” I yelled. Magic moved and embraced me as I began to cry. “Where’s my son?”
“We’ll find him. It’s what we do,” Magic promised.
“We?”
“I’ve called the Allies. Everyone’s out looking for Lars,” Magic murmured, rubbing my back.
“We’ve got a better picture. Do either of you recognise him?” Lucas said, interrupting.
I stared at the screen and scrunched my nose. “He’s familiar.”
Magic stiffened as I zoomed in and gasped as I finally recognised him. “That’s my brother! Myles Srock!”
“What the fuck?” Magic demanded. He took the phone Lucas had given me. “Why the hell is Myles kidnapping Lars?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
“Do you have his address?” Lucas asked.
“No. I haven’t seen Myles for years. Actually, none of my family has been in contact until…” I broke off as my gut twisted. Magic met my gaze. “No!” I exclaimed.
“What?” Lucas demanded.
“I’ve refused to speak to that side for eighteen years. But a couple of days ago, my mother arrived and wanted me to sign Crook House and the estate over to my sister. Mimi is a mess, apparently, and Mom thinks I owe her,” I gasped.
“What’s your mother’s address? Let me get a car heading there, and then you can tell me everything,” Lucas said.
I gave Lucas what he needed and then explained the whole sorry story. If Mimi and my parents were behind this, I’d unleash Magic. An hour ticked past before Lucas received a call.His face tightened as he murmured some one-word answers. When Lucas hung up, he shook his head.
“Neither Myles nor Lars was there. Your mother claims you’re making this up to cause trouble, as it’s what you do, apparently. We’ve got an APB out on Lars and Myles. Can you remember anything about your brother that might be relevant?”
My shoulders sagged. “No. We were never close. Magic knows more than me,” I said, turning. I frowned.
Magic was gone. What the hell?
Magic
Anger burning, I headed to the bar, breaking every speed limit known to man. While I didn’t hang with tweakers, I knew where they holed up. One would be aware of something, as Myles was part of their gang. Myles had been watching to hit me for money or to get to the kids. Well, the asshole had my attention now. But why Myles hadn’t called in for a ransom, I didn’t want to consider.
I skidded to a stop outside the bar, unsurprised to find it empty. The Allies were searching; that’s what counted. That allowed me to collect what I needed without nosy assholes. Within twenty minutes, I was back on my bike and headed to Tweaker Alley. It was a place where meth heads hung out together. It wasn’t really an alley, but a very rundown part of town. I knew which house was tweaker central, don’t ask me how, and parked up. A guy stared, and I grabbed him around the throat before he could run.
“Where is Myles Srock?” I growled out.
“Don’t know!” he squeaked.
“Tell me now.”
“Honestly, I’ve not seen Srock for a few weeks. Someone inside might have though!” he yelped.
I shook him hard and shoved him away. Without a second glance, I headed up the steps and kicked the front door in. Several men in the open lounge turned and gaped. One grabbed for a gun, and I shot it out of his hand before he even aimed.
“What the fuck!” a woman screeched.
“Where is Myles Srock? If your lips don’t start flapping, I’m going to start shooting,” I snapped.
“We’ve not seen Myles for weeks. He mentioned a big payday and disappeared,” the bitch babbled.
