I stood. “You got Morse tracking his phone?”
“Already done.” Wasp handed me a piece of paper. “Looks like some sort of women’s shelter just north of Pike Place.”
“You assemble a team?”
“What am I, new? Of course I did. Rabbit, Zombie, Brick, and Spade are all waiting for you and me by the bikes.”
I shoved my wallet into my pocket and slipped a beanie over my head. “Who’s staying behind with Candice?”
Most likely the girl would be safe in the station alone, but I’d never let that happen. Especially not with an asshole like Mayor Kinlan out there.
“Shari has been helping the girl adjust. Never figured her for the motherin’ type, but she sure is. Must be the tits.”
“I hope you’re planning on leaving some muscle behind, too.”
“Sage, Buddha, Eagle, Tap, the other two recruits, a couple of the old crew are in there playing pool. She’s covered, Prez.”
“All right. Let’s ride.”
Fifteen minutes later, I stood in front of the Sacred Peace Women’s Shelter with five menacing-looking motherfuckers at my back. We’d found Frog’s bike parked around the side, his helmet hanging from the handlebars. No sign of him or his phone. As we approached the two-story brick building, I glanced behind me and hoped the inhabitants wouldn’t take one peek out the window and call the cops. Gesturing for the team to stay back, I stepped up to the door and knocked.
Nothing.
I knocked again.
Finally, the door cracked open and a thin elderly woman appeared. “No men allowed on these premises,” she croaked before shutting the door in my face.
Knocking again, I called out, “Sorry, ma’am. We don’t mean no trouble. Just lookin’ for one of my men, and this is the last location of his cell phone.”
Silence.
“What are we gonna do, Prez?” Wasp asked.
“We can’t exactly break down the door and go rushing in on a bunch of women. That one reminds me of my grandma,” Rabbit said.
“But what about Frog?” Zombie asked.
While we were still debating about what to do, the door swung open and the biggest, strongest, most terrifying woman I’d ever seen emerged, holding Frog in a fireman’s carry. Her tits were the size of medicine balls, and she had him squeezed so tight to her that his face was buried in them. I had a moment to wonder if he could breathe like that before she unceremoniously dumped him on his ass at my feet.
“Does this belong to you?” she asked in a voice almost as deep as mine.
Searching her neck for an Adam’s apple but not finding one, I replied, “Yes ma’am.”
She grinned, turned, and went back into the house.
“What the fuck was that?” Zombie asked.
The rest of us stared at the door in awe until Frog groaned, leaning on one arm to rub his backside. “Attila the fuckin’ Hun,” he grumbled.
“Attila the Hun was a dude,” I told him.
“Yeah,” he replied. “I know.”
Chuckling, I helped him up. “What happened?”
“I found out that Sacred Peace picked up a new girl who’s been through some real shit. Figuring it was just another dead end, I called Wasp and asked him for permission to check it out myself. When Wasp gave me the green light, I came here and knocked on the door, but apparently, they have some sort of no dicks policy. I tried to get a closer look through one of the windows and see if there was a girl in there matching the description Havoc gave us, but that beast of a bitch caught me.”
“Did you find out whether or not the girl’s in there?” I asked.
