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“Already on it, but nothing is coming up at his house. They’re not there.”
“Shit.”
We need a plan, an action, something… we can’t be at a dead end.
“Pass me the fucking cell phone,” Maggie snaps, in frustration.
My eyebrows pinch as I sit up straight and glance at Ryker who looks just as confused as me.
“Maggie?”
A huff comes through the line like she’s taking a deep breath but it’s doing nothing to calm her stress. “I spoke to Delia at the diner.”
Gray sits tall in his seat. “What? Why?”
“She’s my friend, Gray, the one I went to see on Friday, you idiot,” she grumbles, but that doesn’t seem to pacify him.
“Wait what?”
“Not now, Gray.”
“When did you speak with her?” He pushes, still not giving up on the fact his mom has a friend.
“Just now,” she says with a sigh.
“Why?”
“If you would shut up for a fucking minute, you would know because I’m trying to explain,” she grouches, making me grin despite the circumstances.
A snarl comes through the line, but it’s not from her. “Can you get to the point? The woman I love is in danger and you guys are driving me insane.”
Shift.
Fuck.
That shuts Gray up as I lean forward in my seat, desperate to be closer to the cell phone like it will make a difference.
“The Sheriff has gone out of town and left Hartman in charge, but the other officers and staff can’t stand him. So he refuses to go back to lock up where they will call him out on his bullshit.” That confirms that he’s not lying about being there, so there’s no use checking it out, but it still doesn’t give us a direction to go in.
“If he’s not there and not at his house, then I don’t know where to fucking look,” I murmur, head in my hands as I try to stop the throbbing in my skull.
“Of course he’s not…he’s at the fucking diner, claiming neutral ground,” Maggie hisses, making my spine stiffen, and I sit up straight, eyes wide as I gape at Ryker.
“That motherfucker. We’re going to have to draw him out. But how?” Axel says, my brain ticking into overdrive to come up with a solution.
“Who said anything about drawing him out?” Maggie retorts, almost pleased with herself, but there’s an agreement in place. There always has been.
“We would be starting a war with everyone if we waded in on neutral ground and caused a riot,” Ryker states.
“That may be the case for anyone else, but when a corrupt cop is holding the child of Delia’s late husband’s best friend hostage, then she feels like a debt is owed.”
My mind swirls as I try to piece together what she means. I guess Eric, Emmett, and Emily’s father must have been close with Delia’s husband.
Holy shit.
This town really is too small to handle all of the drama.
“What does that mean for us, Ma?” Shift asks, his voice carrying through the cell phone as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end with adrenaline.
