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She waved the old man off. “Pff! He’s not going to hurt us with the police right there.”
I turned in shock to see two cruisers parked in front of Harlow’s car. I hadn’t even heard them approach. They must have come with their sirens off. Two of them were outside, talking with Cole and Savage.
I turned back to the old couple.
“Would you like a drink?”
I shook my head. “What I need is information, ma’am. One of those women is my wife.” The lie came easily, and the word “wife” felt good on my tongue. “The woman who was bleeding—”
“Oh, don’t worry about her, dear. It didn’t look like it was all that bad. She was walking on her own and the man with her said he was taking her to the hospital. Then the three of them got into the car.”
I allowed myself a moment of relief to know that Harlow hadn’t been badly hurt, but I knew in my gut that Bronx hadn’t taken her to the hospital. The ambulance taking off with the sirens blaring drew my gaze across the street, where Cole and Savage were finishing up with the cops. Cole gave me a chin lift, indicating that he wanted me to come back. I sighed heavily, wondering where we went from here.
“He wasn’t a good man, was he?”
The old woman’s remark caught me by surprise, and my head swung in her direction.
“When I first saw him, and that woman get out of their vehicle I sensed they weren’t good people. Certainly not the kind of people Vera knew.”
“You’re right,” I responded, about to head back. “Thank you for your information.”
“There is one more thing.”
I halted and looked back at her expectantly. The look her husband shot her at revealed that he wasn’t pleased, but she didn’t seem worried. She reached inside her short pockets and withdrew her phone. I grinned because it was an old flip phone.
“I took a picture of the license plate.” She was glancing down at her phone as she pulled it up. “I just had a feeling it would come in handy.”
My heart raced at the news, and I eagerly took the phone when she handed it to me.
“Our son taught us how to take pictures with this old thing. We’d had it for years before we knew we could do that. Now I take pictures all the time.” She sounded so proud of herself.
“Thank God for your son,” I mumbled, staring down at the license tag. The quality of the picture wasn’t that great, and it was small, but I could make out the plate. I memorized it, eager to get it to Oz. He would be able to track down the owner. “Thank you.”
I handed the phone back to her and sprinted across the street while digging my own phone out of my pocket. Cole’s brows shot up, a question in his eyes, but I ignored him. I didn’t want to forget the tag number that I’d memorized, and got right on the phone with Oz.
“Brother, got a license plate number I need you to look up ASAP.” I rattled the numbers and letters off to him and hung up.
I let out a heavy breath and met my brothers’ silent inquiries. “The lady across the street took a picture of the car Harlow left in.”
“Fuck, that’s good news,” Savage agreed. “She say anything else?”
“Yeah, Harlow is hurt, but it didn’t look bad. Said when she saw Bronx and his woman show up she had a bad feeling about them.”
“Thank fuck for nosey old neighbors,” Cole grinned, and then his expression turned serious. “Doesn’t look good for Klutz, Brother.”
I hadn’t thought so either, but I didn’t want to write him off just yet. He had a lot going for him. He was young, strong, and in good health.
Just like my woman.
I didn’t want to think about what this was doing to Harlow’s psyche. The thought that she was with a man as brutal and cruel as Bronx was bad enough, but what was he doing to her mentally? I knew why he’d taken her. She was a means to get close to the Desert Rebels, to attain payback for us taking out his club and wounding his blood brother.
“Doc.”
I met Cole’s eyes.
“Get out of your head, Brother. You need to focus on getting Harlow back.”
“He’ll break her,” I murmured low.
