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Diesel crooked a brow. “Yeah, why?”
“I’ll get us the cash. Set up a meet with the Mexicans for a few days from now. We’ll get the weapons and munitions just in case.”
Diesel looked like he might argue or ask questions, but instead he just set his jaw, and sighed, deciding he didn’t really want to know.
“Boss?” Pinkie’s voice drifted into the chilly room from the office by the exit where he was diligently watching the cameras. “St. Vincent’s here. And the boys are back from their patrol.”
Diesel gave Pinkie a nod and the big guy went back to watching the screens.
“I’ll brief the others on what went down here. We’ll have to drop it down to a single patrol on the streets for your girl. I can’t risk spreading us thin right now.”
“She isn’t on the streets.” I wished it wasn’t true, but I knew in my gut it was. He had her.
He’d had her this whole time. The things he could’ve done to her in the days, nearly a week now, that she’d been gone.
The darkness within stirred, both fed by the remnants of the white powder still keeping me going and dulled by the aftereffects of it slowly leaving my system.
I needed more.
Now.
I lit a fresh cigarette with shaky fingers I willed to still themselves, checking my phone again for a reply. Ready to get moving again. We’d done enough standing around.
“We need to keep looking for her—forhim,” Grey told Diesel, mirroring my thoughts. Our father closed the short gap to where Grey was seated and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
“I know, Son.”
Grey stood.
“Check in every few hours.”
“We will,” Grey promised as our uncle hollered a hello from the stairs, trotting down to meet us. His nose turned up at what he found, brows furrowing.
“Hey, little brother,” he said in greeting to Diesel. “Why do I feel like I just missed the show?”
Diesel shook his head, making for the bar. “Drink, Damien?”
“You know what I like.”
Diesel lifted his chin in a silent goodbye as we left, finding a new day staining the sky purple, a slice of glowing orange blooming on the horizon.
“I’m going to see what I can dig up on Drake,” Grey announced. “And try to access any cctv footage on the road where we lost him.”
“Good call,” Corvus said, making for Diesel’s car.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going back to where we lost him, try the road to Lennox,” my brother announced. “You go back to the nest with Grey. I’ll meet you there in a bit.”
“We shouldn’t split up,” Grey argued.
Corvus paused with his hand on the handle of Diesel’s car, his back stiffening. “What good am I sitting my ass at home?”
“Corv—”
“Let him go,” I interrupted. “We’ll meet you at home, Bro.”
Grey shrugged off my grip on his arm, twisting away from Corvus as he slid into the driver’s seat of Dies’ Camaro. He always left the keys in it. No one was stupid enough to touch Diesel St. Crow’s car in this city. No one except his son.
