“Absolutely!” I promised. “You’ll love it. No one dies. Well, some do, but they’re the bad guys. It’s all very satisfying.”
We were about fifteen minutes in, Em enjoying herself enough to chuckle several times as Marilyn Monroe, Jack Lemmon, and Tony Curtis displayed amazing comedic timing, when something hit me.
“Tracking tags!” I shouted, finally figuring out how to find Hugo.
“What?” she asked, turning her attention away from the movie to me.
“I’ll mail some tracking thingies to Leif. He’ll have to come by to collect his mail at some point. Or maybe his roommate will take them to Leif. Either way, I might be able to track them straight to where Leif and Hugo are staying,” I explained, feeling proud of myself.
Em nodded her head. “That’s a great idea.”
“I know,” I said, grabbing a last slice to celebrate my solution. It turned out Em was right; pizza was great for working out problems.
We were about halfway through the movie when Em gave me a curious look. “You keep checking your phone. What’s going on?”
“Nothing!” I said, closing PixUs.
She looked startled by my vehement denial and turned back to watching the movie. I forced myself not to turn my phone on again.
There were no new messages from Danzig or Marduk. They knew I was mad and were giving me space. That was good.
Except why did I feel so disappointed?
Chapter 4
Danzig
The moment I was back in town, I got a rideshare back to our house. I tossed my suitcase in my room, then rushed to the garage. I pulled on my gear in record time and was soon riding out of the garage in search of Marduk.
It was easy for me to track my twin. Although I could feel that he was perfectly fine, it was still a relief to see my brother parked in a spot and perched on his bike. He was staring at the front door to Bec's condo with a frown on his face.
I parked next to his R1200 GS. We both liked to ride adventure motorcycles but still had our own styles. My bike was only a few years old with all the latest technology. Marduk’s bike was decades old and looked patched together, mostly because it was. He enjoyed tinkering and didn’t care about aesthetics. I hated tinkering and loved a sleek-looking bike.
Another difference was that I had metal locking panniers on mine. They were rectangular, aluminum, storage containers attached to either side of the tail of my motorcycle. All he carried on the back was a spare helmet and jacket strapped to the passenger seat by a bungy cord.
I was sure that the helmet and jacket would fit Bec. Talk about wishful thinking. Marduk thought it wouldn’t be long before she gave in to us. I was sure that we were going to have to work hard to convince her to be our mate.
Switching off the engine, I heeled down the kickstand and leaned the bike over to rest on the stand.
“It’s about time you got here,” Marduk grumbled.
I undid my helmet and pulled it off to hang on one of my bike’s side mirrors. “I got here as soon as I could.”
“Not soon enough. I haven't slept in two days,” he said. He wasn’t really irritated at me. I could feel that something else was bothering him. It probably had to do with why his phone was going straight to voicemail when he made a point to keep it on and always answer my calls.
“What happened?”
He let out a long sigh, then told me about Bec almost being killed by a human. I could feel my eyes light up with power as outrage filled me. No human who held a gun on our mate should be allowed to live!
“Where is he?” I growled.
“I took care of him,” Marduk said. “And then Angel Chavez took him away.”
“I’ll contact Angel to get a name,” I said. “I can’t believe you let him live.”
“Bec was there,” Marduk reminded me. “I don’t think she’d approve of me killing him.”
“You’re probably right, damn it,” I cursed. Our human was nice. She would want to see someone appropriately punished by the judicial system instead of us quietly making themdisappear.
