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“Okay, let’s get off at the next exit. Flip a bitch and trail them.” I ordered. I had to cut off a few cages but didn’t want to miss the exit. This was my chance to put the lights out on the only surviving witness and I would not let this little brat slip through my fingers.
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Of all the days, we got behind farming equipment that was going no faster than five miles per hour. I was so certain at the speed the Indian was going, we’d lose them and sure enough we did. Bear ordered us to turn on the next exit, sensing they may have stopped for a potty break. It’s crazy to think a trip that usually took five hours, was taking nearly three days because of that brat.
This was too damned easy to find the Indian bike with the sidecar. It was parked in front of a gas tank. I gave a signal to the men to pull into the parking lot. “Park separately. It’s safe to say the kid is in the women’s bathroom, I will meet her there.”
“Levi. I told you this isn’t a good idea,” Bear’s voice of reason advised me, but I would not have this do-gooder impede my mission.
“Hey, Bear. Fuck off! You knew the reason for the road trip. It wasn’t meant to be a leisurely trip up and down California. The next time you discourage me from doing my job, you’ll be eating the barrel of my gun.” He responded with a groan, but he had to understand I wasn’t playing games and I never listened to anyone. After all of these years, he should have known that aspect of me too.
No sooner had I killed the twin-cams, I slid off the bike and sneaked around the building to the women’s bathroom door. I peered around the corner and saw no sign of Jensen Grimes or the female rider the men had mentioned. The door opened, and I moved in order to surprise the child, only to be face to face with an elderly woman.
“So sorry, ma’am.” She huffed at my feigned concern and rushed to her car, pointing at me while talking to who I presume, was her husband. I was initially distracted until the door opened again. Peering slowly over my shoulder, I was looking at a child who was a mirror image of her father. Same dark hair and eyes, this was, no doubt, the Dillon kid.
Before she could take off, I grabbed her and covered her mouth to stifle the yelling. When I carried her behind the building, I held her tightly with one hand and reached for my gun, probing the back of her head with the barrel. “This should have been done when I killed your piece of shit father.”
The child must have heard the click as I cocked my gun and squirmed even more. The more I thought about it, it would be my funeral if I shot and killed her in broad daylight and decided it would behoove me more to render her unconscious. I opted to clock her in the back of the head with the butt of my revolver. She collapsed at my feet and before anyone would think to look for her; I swooped her up and rushed her over to my bike. After I laid her across the seat, I rummaged around my saddlebags for a tarp, or anything I could use to wrap around her tiny body.
I lifted her and placed her across the saddle bags, tying her down like a deer I just shot. It would be horrible to go through all this effort only to lose her on the highway while doing seventy miles per hour. I chuckled to myself with the notion that if something like that happened, she’d be run over a few times and there would be no witnesses to the massacre. I’d, once again, be Scot free.
TWENTY-THREE
FRANKLIN
Oh, blessed be, I was not seeing this. Where was Jensen when Levi could abduct Emilie so easily? Ezekiel made a solemn promise that we would not intervene, but in this case, I don’t think he would have issues with me saving the child. On top of that, I intended on giving Jensen the riot act for letting her out of his sight.
After charging out of Zeke’s home, I took a running start and bolted into the air. Using the built-in navigation system in my head, I was in Central California Earth in minutes flat and in time to see that deplorable Levi racing up the highway. I levitated over him without being seen and waved my hand to loosen the ropes. With a snap, Emilie, while still wrapped in the tarp, was in my arms and she was replaced with a few goose-down pillows. It would take him a while to notice he wasn’t carrying a human, but at least she was out of harm’s way. Now, to look for that shiftless Jensen.
Emilie squirmed and with as much gentleness as I could muster, I assured her, “I got you now, baby girl. You’re safe away from that meanie head.” I had no idea how kids talked, and it seemed like the perfect thing to say. “Now I need to find Jensen and get you back to him.”
Sure enough, he was at least a good two miles away from Levi and I landed in the sidecar, slipping on Emilie’s helmet to use the intercom. “Hey, Jensen, pull off at the next exit and do it now!” I ordered, and he glanced over, shocked to see me. He complied, knowing if he didn’t he had no chance of ever getting his wings.
The squealing of the tires was frightening due to the thought that he could easily topple this bike over and we’d all be badly hurt. To add insult to injury, I was covered with dirt and pelted with rocks when he pulled over to the side.
I removed the tarp from Emilie and her eyes were filled with anger, not fear. “He was gonna kidnap me and kill me, Jensen!” She grumbled while jumping off my lap and out of the sidecar until Jensen grabbed her arms.
“I’m sorry, Emilie. I didn’t realize I would take so long in the bathroom. Breakfast didn’t sit well with me,” Jensen stated his case, though never taking his eyes off me.
Now I was aggravated and tore the helmet off my head. “That’s a load of crap, Jensen Grimes. You’re an eternal angel and can’t feel what a human does.”
“How do you know this? You’re not in limbo and yes, I feel the headaches and I feel the bubble gut, so don’t presume you know how I feel.”
Emilie moved between us two, crossing her arms over her chest. “Jensen? Lady? Quit fighting over stupid shit.”
“You watch your mouth, young lady. If you didn’t need to be so independent, this wouldn’t have happened. From now on, you will go into the men’s bathroom.” Jensen chided her with a smirk as if he won this argument.
“Ew, that’s nasty. No! You will stand outside the door and wait for me.” Emilie shot back.
I was the middleman while the two bickered. It was pretty humorous to see this grown man getting chewed out by a child who was too smart for her own good.
“Get in the sidecar,” he ordered Emilie. “We need to reconsider our route since Levi found us.” Jensen said without looking at either of us. It was evident his annoyance escalated when another rider pulled up behind him. “Who brainwashed Braeden Collins?”
I shrugged and would not tell him anything else because of the lack of appreciation for me and Zeke. “I’m going back home. You confer with Mr. Collins about your alternative route, and you better get that child to the Weatherlys before Levi grows a brain and figures out where they live.”
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JENSEN
