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It wasn’t drugs, but the sight made her stomach flip and heat rise over her skin. She swallowed hard and flicked her gaze to Macy. She could feel the blood draining from her face. Her head got light, and she swayed slightly. She tried swallowing, but her throat felt raspy and dry. This is bad.
“Take it out.”
She shook her head to the point of pain in her neck. There was no way she was reaching into the envelope and touching anything inside. Cheyenne blinked and tried to center her vision on something in the room. She felt dizzy and light. Holy shit, she might just pass out. She pushed the envelope into Macy’s hands and fell into the chair, which did nothing to relieve the nausea.
“Oh, my God!” Macy shouted and quickly dropped the envelope. “It’s a finger, like a human finger off of someone’s frickin hand.”
Yes, it was. A dirty, bloodied human finger. She took deep breaths through her nose in hopes of combatting the vomit rising from her belly. She closed her eyes, resting her head against the cushion of the chair. Inside the envelope was a finger and a wad of cash. She was so fixated on the body part, she didn’t focus on the cash, but if she had to guess, there were hundreds of dollars.
“Chey, you okay?” She felt cold hands grasp her cheeks. The coolness had her opening her eyes, looking straight into Macy’s.
“It’s a finger.”
She nodded. “Yep.”
“Maybe it’s fake.” It was a long shot, but she’d grasp at anything right now. A human finger in an envelope? It was like a scene from a movie. Things like that didn’t happen in real life. Did they?
Macy snorted. “No, I’m pretty sure it’s real, and so are those fifties.”
“Oh God.” She needed to think. She was in possession of a body part and more cash than she’d ever seen in her life. This was bad, so bad. “I need to call the police.” She pushed Macy’s hands away and reached for her bag, but the second she moved, her head got heavy, and she fell back against the chair.
She licked her lips and tried once again to swallow. “I’m gonna be sick.”
“Okay, slow down.” Macy bent, grabbed her purse, and tossed it behind her. “Chey, we need to think about what we are going to do.”
What they were going to do? Why was that even a question?
“What do you mean? I need to call the police and report this, Mace. It’s a fucking finger.”
“I know. just hear me out, okay?” Macy’s tone softened.
Cheyenne nodded, eyeing her friend.
“Okay, if you call the police and give them the envelope, they’re gonna know you didn’t give it to them yesterday. It looks sketchy, Chey. This guy asked you to take it, and you did, concealing an obvious crime.” Macy raised her brows and held up her index finger. “Strike one. Right now, our fingerprints are all over the envelope. They could turn this on us.”
She scrunched her eyebrows. “What? Why the hell would they?”
Macy sighed, rolling her eyes.
“Ghosttown Riders run this place. You don’t think they got cops in their back pocket? Come on, girl, you’re smarter than that. You’ve seen those guys riding around. You know they’re up to no good. You ever see one pulled over?” She raised her brows but didn’t wait for an answer. “No.”
They were the local motorcycle club. Most people, like Macy, scoffed at the term “club.” Macy claimed everyone knew what they really were. Gang. Cheyenne wasn’t sold on them being full-fledged criminals like her best friend. She would randomly see them drive through town. They kept to themselves, never bothering anyone. Every year they did a charity run. Macy said it was bullshit. Cheyenne thought it was a kind gesture. They didn’t have to do it, yet they did. She had never actually come across one in person until yesterday, though she had garnered a few glances from a member or two at the bar where she was a waitress.
“So, what are you suggesting, we just toss it in the trash and forget about it?”
“Noooo…like I said, our prints are on it, Chey. If the cops find it, we’re screwed.”
She dropped her head back against the cushion. This was a clusterfuck. She should have never stopped. The second the thought reached her mind she shook her head. If she hadn’t stopped, he surely would have died on that road all by himself.
“So, what do we do?”
Macy drew in a breath. “Give it back to him. We’ll find out where he is, go to the hospital, and return it like you planned.”
Cheyenne shot up and cocked her head. “Knowing there’s a finger in it? This guy was probably the one to cut it off, and you want me to give it back to him.” She sighed. “I should have never stopped.”
She folded her arms and glanced down at the floor. Liar, you saved his life by stopping. Did I? There had been so much blood, and he’d been in such bad shape when the ambulance stopped, she had to wonder if he even made it.
“What’s done is done, but yeah, I think you should give it back.” She scooted next to her on the chair and draped her hand on her back. “I’ll go with you. We’ll just drop it off and leave. Maybe we can just leave it with the nurse or something, watch her take it into the room, and jet outta there. We don’t technically have to see him, just make sure he gets it.”
