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Hawk turns on the phone and shows him, making Scar’s face fall and turn many shades paler. He can only look for a second before he averts his eyes. I don’t want to look, but I have to. So, I do.
She’s chained to a bed. She’s still wearing her underwear. She still has that warrior queen look in her eyes as she stares into the camera as though daring it to fight her. I know that look, I get it every time I make her mad. I’ll never make her mad again if I get her back.
I almost say that she looks fine, but manage not to, because I don’t think I would be fine if Scar heard that. Thankfully my brain is working well enough now for me to realize that.
“Where is she? With all the rest of those fuckers?” Scar asks.
“Maybe,” Hawk says. “But there’s well over three hundred men there.”
“So it’s not a place that we can just storm,” Cross says to Scar, sounding almost apologetic. “But we’ll get her back.”
It sounds like a hollow promise. I don’t want to hear that but it does.
“We prepare and then we go in,” Cross says. “And you Hawk, have the hacker give us everything he can. And I want two men watching Jax at all times.”
“I’ll watch him,” Chance says. “I don’t need help.”
“But you’re getting it,” Cross says and leaves the room.
For a while Scar just stares at me like he’s trying to decide what to do. Follow Cross, kill me or help Chance watch me.
“She’s not broken yet,” I tell him. “We still have time.”
Probably not the best idea to say anything at all, but if he didn’t see it as clearly as I did, then he deserves to be told. That was my reasoning anyway, for good or ill. And even if she is broken by now, I’ll still want her just as much as I always did.
“I know,” he says and leaves the room, his footsteps echoing down the concrete hallway.
“That went well,” Chance says looking after him.
Ruin comes in carrying a t-shirt and a jean jacket. “These should fit.”
I mess up all the pristine white bandages putting it on, then refuse to let Doc, who stayed behind, check me over once again.
“I wanna go see Gene,” I say and get disappointed groans all around in reply.
“That’s just gonna make you look sneaky,” Chance says.
“Maybe,” I say and leave it at that.
Thing is, I have a hunch. But I don’t want to say anything until there’s something to tell. Getting hopes up and having them dashed is a terrible thing. Best if I’m the only one hoping for now.
* * *
Chance wasn’t wrong about me wanting to speak to Gene looking suspicious. But eventually I talked my way into the tiny room with the computer where he’s tracking the Renegades. Scar, Chance, Gene, Hawk, Ruin and I are all in the room with him now, and there’s two guys on the door.
Hawk saw merit in my suggestion that Gene should compile a list of all locations where groups of them converged at one point or another since yesterday.
There’s not that many. One is the place where they’re all at now, another the building where I was tortured, and about three more locations that we can’t identify. He has all the Renegades tagged with his tracking app, except for Reggie, which fucking sucks.
“Reggie wanted her to himself,” I tell everyone gathered in the room though speaking mostly to Scar. He’s not saying much anymore, just glaring at everyone, mostly me. “I read that much between the lines of what they told me back in prison. And Snake, he was set on delivering her to him. It felt like some sort of favor-type arrangement between them.”
Scar scoffs but doesn’t say anything.
“I’d need a helluva more powerful set up to track all of them in real time, plus check the individual movement history of each,” Gene complains. “I’m talking five computers at least.”
“Just focus on Snake,” I tell him.
It takes a long time for him to do anything. And I’m killing the wait thinking about just how much I hate fucking Idaho. This damn state has now swallowed Harper too and won’t give her back.
