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“I can but give me a minute. This stuff takes time,” he replies defiantly. “The cops have probably admitted him as a John Doe, and there are hundreds of people staying in one hospital at any given time, which means it’ll take a while.”
Shit. We don’t have a while.
“But there’s one more thing,” he adds. “A few witness statements said a black Charger with police lights stopped behind the truck. No one saw who was behind the wheel. Sorry, man.”
“This is connected. Has to be,” I say to no one in particular. “She’s not from California and has no ties here, so why take her if it’s not to fuck with us?”
“Maybe she tried to sell the load, and her buyers double-crossed her?” Lucky offers with a shrug.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I turn to Wild Man. “Was the trailer empty?”
“Doesn’t say anything other than they plan to tow it once they get their semi-truck tow back. It’s on loan down at the southern border.”
Anxious and on edge now, I turn to Ace, determined to find Cassidy. “Let me go check out the truck and see if I can get in to talk to the asshole in the hospital who tried to rob her.”
Ace shoots me an annoyed look. “Didn’t you just hear Wild Man say it would take a while to get his name?”
“But we don’t have a while. Let me try another angle. I think I can get it.” I have an idea, and fuck, I’m going to get in to talk to that motherfucker, whoever he is.
“And if you can’t?” Lucky, again.
“Then at least I’ll get eyes on him to see who the fuck he is. If it’s Olivera or Ghost, don’t you want to know?” I taunt him. “If they took Cassidy, it means Aria and the rest of the women aren’t safe, either. Right?”
Lucky’s fists tighten into fists on top of the table, and a low growl escapes.
I turn back to Ace. “This needs to be done, and I can see if the load is still there.”
“I’ll go with him,” Dix offers to sweeten the pot. “It’s not a long ride.”
“Get someone to take that fucking truck before the cops do if our load is still in it,” Ace says by way of an answer. “You have one day. Twenty-four hours, and then you come back no matter what you find.”
“Twenty-four hours. Got it.”
“Don’t do anything stupid,” he warns us both. “We can’t afford to have anybody locked up right now. Feel me?”
“Yep,” I answer, ready to get on the road and find out what the fuck happened to Cassidy. I barely pay attention as we go through other MC business before Ace officially adjourns Church.
“I hope you’re right about this chick,” Lucky says as we empty out of the Sanctuary. “But it ain’t lookin’ good.”
“Right now, it don’t look like shit but a missing driver and an abandoned truck.” I stop and turn to face my brother. “And what if I’m right, Lucky? What if she was taken by those assholes because of us when she doesn’t have shit to do with us? What then?”
“Then we’ll do what we have to do. Right now, that’s not what it looks like.”
I roll my eyes. “Because you’re so blinded by the fact that this starts at Aria’s company. She wasn’t taken, and guess what, if that load is gone, it’s also on us, so if you can’t say something helpful right now, please just shut the fuck up.” I don’t wait for Lucky to respond because it’s clear we’re just not gonna agree on this, and that’s fine.
Dix comes up to me, his eyes full of questions that I don’t want to fucking talk about right now. “Ready to head out?”
“Fuck, yeah. But we ought to stop and load up first.” The area where Cassidy’s truck is located isn’t exactly friendly territory, and we need to be safe. Don’t know who might be following us.
Dix nods his agreement. “Coop’s gonna meet us at the armory, and Shades is on the phone with a driver who’ll meet us at the rig.”
We hop on our bikes and head north. The entire time I hope this is all a big misunderstanding. I would never say it to my brother, but I would rather his version be the truth.
Being double-crossed by a chick is a hell of a lot better than the alternative.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Cassidy
