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“He went to this place a couple of times,” Gene suddenly says, pointing at a blinking green dot on a black screen. He punches in something on the keyboard and a bunch of green numbers appear. “This is him riding away from it not long after we got here.”
“That’s actually closer to the time we got the photo of Harper,” Hawk says, peering at the screen, which now shows a bunch of numbers in addition to the green dot. A few I recognize as coordinates, the others are the time and maybe a phone number.
“Where is it?” I ask.
Hawk types something and a satellite map comes on, this time with a red dot which isn’t moving.
“It’s in the middle of nowhere,” he says. “About five miles south of the place where they’re all gathered.”
He types some more to show us where that is on the map. It’s now full of green blinking dots.
“And it looks like a group is riding there now,” Gene says.
“And this is the only other place Snake went to today?” I ask him. “Besides the one where the rest of them are, and the place he tortured me in?”
“Yes, that’s right,” he says.
I stand up, and fight groaning in pain as I do.
“I’m going to see if she’s there,” I say.
“That’s insane, Jax,” Hawk barks at me. “We have no idea what we’re looking at.”
“And we won’t, not from looking at the screen,” I say. And the more I talk, the more certain I am I could find her there. If I hurry. And if I don’t, it could be too late. “I’m going. I’ll need a ride. And a gun. Or at least a knife.”
“Stop being an idiot, Jax,” Chance says since it’s him I directed my request to.
“I know I have to go there,” I tell him. “I don’t know how I know but I do. Maybe all those electric shocks made me psychic.”
“It’s much more likely they fried your brain,” Chance says and he could very well be right. But that doesn’t matter.
“We’re not moving against the mass of those green dots any time soon,” I say and look at all of them in turn. “And if that’s where they’re hiding her then we’re shit out of luck. But if I’m right and Reggie wanted her somewhere all to himself then this is where he could be keeping her.” I point at the red dot on the map. “It’s worth a shot.”
They exchange glances, none of them looking at me. I wonder how far I’d get if I tried to fight them so I could get out of this place. Probably not even to the front door. But I’m gonna try anyway.
Then Scar turns to me. His face is dark and contorted and so full of hate I’m sure he’s about to deck me at the very least.
“Let’s go,” he says instead.
I doubt I convinced him with my reasoning. It’s more that what I said gave him hope. But I’ll take it.
“Where is this place?” he asks Hawk.
“It’s not a good move, Scar,” he tells him. “And they’re riding there now. At least twenty of them.”
He points out those moving dots on the screen. Scar just gives him a level, hard and full of cold seething hate kinda look.
“I’m riding,” he says. “The coordinates?”
Hawk gives them this time with no further arguing.
And not long after, I’m outside in the fresh air again. Then getting into the back of a van again.
I could use some more painkillers before we go because the ones Doc already gave me are starting to wear off. But I don’t ask. And as soon as the van starts moving, I don’t need them anymore.
Luck. The one that always follows me when I’m trying to get back to Harper. That’s what I’m trusting now and not any bullshit psychic abilities.
That luck has never let me down before. And it won’t now. It can’t.
