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That was one hell of a head start if something was happening to her.
“Anything else?”
“No, I’m sorry. Everything else seemed normal. I’ll keep an eye out, though. I’m not going home until you guys tell me she’s okay.”
“If you see anything, call August,” I said, rattling off his number.
He and Nino had arrived in town just after one in the morning after Valley told them I rushed off, and while I told them about Cammie not picking up, I hadn’t explained the knot in my stomach, the certainty that something was wrong, without any proof to back that up.
But as I drove away from Traveler’s place, I was already calling up Nino.
“Yeah?”
“According to Traveler, she had an unexpected shift yesterday afternoon. And when she was leaving, someone grabbed her and tossed her in their trunk.”
“Fuck,” Nino hissed, and I heard him putting me on speaker as he relayed the information to August. “Who?”
“That’s the fucked up part. It sounds like it could be Lucas.”
“As in… Lucas, the brother?” August asked, and I could hear Nino flipping through the pages.
“She said the guy looked like Cammie and that he had no tattoos. It might not be him.”
“But that feeling in your gut says it might be,” Nino said.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think it might.”
“Christ. Okay,” Nino said. “No one saw the other brother? Nicky?”
“No. Not that I know of.”
“Alright. I’m on him,” Nino said, and I could already hear him moving. “Where do you want August?”
“The house. We need Colin if he is around. Alive,” I clarified.
At least for the time being.
Then I planned to dispose of him in a much more personal way than I usually did.
“You are on the other brother?” Nino asked.
“Hopefully,” I said, hanging up and turning my car in the direction of his apartment.
I knew I wouldn’t find him there. Not with his kidnapped sister in his possession. But I figured it might give me some information about him.
And it did.
His home was practically a fucking shrine to Colin and the whole crew. There wasn’t a single image of either of his siblings anywhere around.
So that was where his loyalty was.
Not to his blood.
But the man who kidnapped and kept his sister prisoner for years.
The sick fuck.
“Yo?” I answered on Nino’s first ring.
