Christ, it'd have changed everything.
With shaking hands, I reached for my cell.
There was only one thing to do.
Me: Eagle Eyes, I need you to bring Temper Black to me.
Me: Immediately.
Me: Will send coordinates for retrieval as soon as I have them.
Eagle Eyes: On it.
Then, I snapped a picture of the letter and uploaded it into my chat with Rex.
Me: Figured you’d want to know. Bear sent me a letter.
Rex: What?
Me: Read it.
Rex: Thanks, Star.
Me: I’d want to know if there was one last letter floating around from my mom or dad.
*Ten minutes later*
Rex: Holy shit
Me: Yeah, that’s about how I’m feeling right now.
Rex: You need us, we're there.
Me: Appreciate that but I've got this.
Rex: Reel them in, Star.
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CONOR
At first, when Star called, I thought she was hyperventilating.
I could only hear the sounds of heavy breathing in my ear.
Then, I managed to make out, “Need. Helicopter.”
My brows lifted. “Star, I need you to calm down. Do you hear me?”
“Running,” she gasped.
“Where to?” I muttered. “Did I hear you right? You need a helicopter?”
“Land it in the yard of the Sinners’ clubhouse. We need to get to DC and then to the Catskills.”
Though I was confused as fuck, I picked up another cell and made the call for a pilot. Once that was arranged, I told her, “He’s collecting me, then you. You’ll fly us to DC for obvious reasons. He should be here in thirty minutes.”
Abruptly, the sounds of thudding came to a halt. “Then I can stop running,” she groaned.