Jude sat looking at Rain. He didn’t usually take things at face value, but Jude also knew that the man was genuinely scared. So, now he had to figure out what to do and decided there was only one thing he could do.
Picking up his phone, Jude tapped in the number he needed and waited.
“What are you doing? Please, I’ll leave. I’m sorry I stowed away in your car I’ll…”
Jude held up his hand stopping Rain from continuing his panicked blabbering, then he hit another button, listening until he heard Bren on the other end. “Hey, you there already?”
“No. I need you to do something for me,” Jude said.
“Okay, what is it?” Bren asked without question.
“I need information on a Danny Houdon,” Jude said.
“Let me get with Wiz and…”
“No. I need you or Ry to do this. Don’t say shit to any of the guys, they’ll only tell Casper and then I’ll be screwed and not in the make me scream for my mama kinda way,” Jude said.
Bren was quiet for a moment, but then Jude and Rain heard him calling for Rylee.
“What’s up?” Rylee said from what sounded like a distance.
“Is your investigator guy still available?” Bren asked.
“Of course. Just because I’m moving doesn’t mean Dream isn’t going to still be working for me. Why?” Rylee asked.
Jude jumped in, saying, “Because I need a name looked up fast. Danny Houdon.”
Rylee said nothing for a few and then they heard him saying, “Hey, Dream, can you do a quick search on a Danny Houdon? Thanks.”
Jude loved his brothers from other mothers. They had been best friends since damn near diapers, and when Bren’s parents kicked him to the curb and Rylee’s parents died, he and his mom had taken them both in without question.
No one could ask for better people to have his back than Bren and Rylee. There was nothing they wouldn’t do for him and never a question about doing it.
Okay, maybe a question or two, but only when Jude was up to some shit or another. However, something like this, there weren’t tons of questions and no actions. It was going to be action and then questioning him until he wanted to slit his own wrists.
“Hold on a minute, Dream. I’m going to put you on speaker,” Rylee said, then called out, “Okay, go ahead.”
Without missing a beat, Dream was speaking, “Danny Houdon is a big-time gang leader of the Guardian Angels. It’s a biker gang and rival of the Hell’s Angels out of Montreal.”
Dream got quiet a second, then said, “Oh wow, this guy is a real piece of shit. His hands are into a lot of shit. Guns, drugs, sex trafficking. Hell, he even went to jail for murdering twenty-eight people and wounding twelve others.”
“Holy shit,” Bren gasped.
“They suspect the shit for far more murders… especially if the man is being tried for something. Hell, if not for the courage and somehow resourcefulness of a guy named Rain Stanley, Houdon and his buddies wouldn’t be serving twenty-eight concurrent life sentences right now… but… holy shit! He escaped.”
“What? Who escaped?” Rylee anxiously asked.
“Houdon and his men. It says here that a fucking helicopter came over the prison, dropped some lines and all four men were carried away. How the fuck does that kind of incompetence even happen?” Dream asked in horror.
Hearing everything Dream said verified Rain’s story, and he looked at the man who was looking back at him with an “I told you so.”
“Oh wow,” Dream whispered.
Bren let out a low growl, before saying, “You say that shit a lot, Dream. What is it now?”
“Well there’s good news and bad news. Which do you want first?” Dream asked.
“Give us the bad, that way we can cheer up later,” Rylee quickly said.
