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"Hey, babe, how you and my sister doin’?"
"We’re good. Your sister just fixed us the most amazing coconut pastry turnovers."
"We’re about to head back. I needed to hear your sweet voice a moment. See ya soon, mi amor," I tell her.
“I love you,” her voice softly says before hanging up.
Logan strides towards me, "Get on out to the truck and start it up for me," he tosses me the keys, "I’m about to trip this alarm so Bozeman’s finest can find all the shit we found down there."
Walkin’ out the door, I make my way to his truck get in and start it up and wait. As soon as he jumps into the passenger seat, I take off.
Before we reach the exit to Polson, Logan is on his phone talking with Prez filling him in on what we found. I decide to check on Alba again and pull my phone from my coat pocket. The snowfall is heavy, so I pull off to the side of the road before swiping the screen. It rings but goes straight to voicemail, so I try again.
It rings and rings.
Come on baby, answer the phone…
Nothin’.
"Wasn’t Reid heading to your place over two hours ago?" Logan asks, "Maybe she is away from her phone or something."
"Yeah, I’ll call him," I inform, as I’m pulling up Reid’s number then hit send, and wait.
"Motherfucker! He ain’t answering."
"Okay listen, I’ll call Prez and tell him what’s going on. We’ll get someone out there to check on things," Logan tries to reassure me even though worry flashes across his face when he says it.
"Fuck!" I yell. Starting the truck back up I pull out onto the road. We’re roughly thirty minutes from my place, we’ll probably make it before someone else d
oes.
Five minutes later my phone rings. Reid’s number lights up the screen and I hand my phone to Logan, so I can pay attention to the road. "Put it on speaker," I tell him.
REID
I’m in my truck driving out to Gabriel and Alba’s house. He and Logan left for Bozeman a few hours ago. My ass should have been out there already, but I fell asleep sitting at the damn computer earlier.
I was up all night trying to find out who this Green fella is and I’m nowhere closer than I was. I’m pretty sure he’s done this kind of thing before. No fingerprints or paper trail anywhere. This guy knows how to hide his tracks. I’m positive Calvin Green isn’t his real name, which makes finding the asshole a lot harder. Maybe Gabriel and Logan were able to find something—anything.
It’s a fuckin’ mess out here on the roads. When I make it out to Gabriel’s place, I’ll have to borrow a room or the couch for the night. There’s no way I’m going to be able to make it back out in this mess if it continues coming down the way it is. It’s getting heavier by the minute. Thirty minutes just to drive fifteen miles…this is fuckin’ insane.
Finally, I’m able to pick up my speed once I get outside the downtown area where it looks like most people have chosen to stay off the roads. About another five minutes and I should be pulling off the road onto their driveway.
I get why a lot of the guys live out here and I almost bought myself something not far from here until the owner of the old firehouse put a for sale sign up. She was selling the historical building to help pay for her husband’s medical expenses…
"FUCK!"
Bright red flashing lights come out of nowhere snapping me from my thoughts causing me to jerk my steering wheel hard to the right. To avoid hitting the stalled vehicle, I take my truck off the road before skidding to a stop.
Once I regain my train of thought I put the truck in park, leave it running and get out checking for any damage. My door doesn’t even close completely before squealing tires catch my attention and a white SUV comes barreling towards me. I try to move out of the way but I’m not fast enough.
The force of the impact sends me flying. Instantly I’m finding it hard to breathe and the pain radiating through my body is indescribable. A few seconds later I realize I’m on the ground because the cold from the snow-covered ground is starting to seep through my clothes.
"You still breathing?" A male voice I don’t recognize speaks from above me. I open my eyes to look at him. "Looks like you’re pretty busted up there," he says as he kneels down to the ground, "She was supposed to be mine you know. I paid those dirty fucking bikers for her and then you guys took her."
It takes me a few seconds to process his words before it hits me.
"I think I’ll leave your broken body right here. You’ll be dead before anyone finds you in this storm and I’ll have what’s mine before anyone knows what happened. Don’t worry, I’ll let Alba know you won’t be making it after all," he spews.
