“Because I don’t want anyone to hear me.”
“Obv,” I say to Selkie with a small grin.
Selkie gives me a solid smack on the shoulder. “Why not?” she says to Jonny.
“For fuck sakes,” I interrupt. “Get to the fuckin’ point. We don’t got time for this shit.”
Selkie mouths ‘fuck off’ at me, then says to Jonny Fry, “What do you want?”
“Do you know where your kid’s at, Selkie?”
Our eyes meet. “What’ve you heard?” I say.
“That Eight?” Jonny asks.
“Yes, it’s Eight,” Selkie says impatiently. “And no. I don’t know where Henri’s at. She’s with Oscar, Eight’s kid. We’re trying to find them.”
“Well, they’re here,” Jonny Fry says. “And Sadie’s just made them. He’s too fucked up to remember how he knows them, but he’ll figure it out when he crashes.”
Selkie sounds half-impatient, half-panicked. “Where is here?”
“I didn’t say?” Jonny Fry asks.
“You didn’t say, dad!”
“At the 311 Boys’ hangout.”
Selkie freezes and my heart sinks into my gut. “Oh shit, does this have to do with Toper?” The tone of her voice is getting higher. “They grabbed the kids in retaliation!”
“Are you listening to me! They don’t know Henri’s your kid. Not yet! But Renfrew will figure it out when Sadie sobers up.”
Selkie’s face is red and she’s blinking fast. “Has Renfrew hurt them?”
“No,” Jonny Fry says. “I think he’s letting them join the gang.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I say. Nothin’ makes sense anymore.
“I don’t know what’s going on and I’m not about to saunter up to Renfrew and ask. I don’t have a fuckin’ death wish.”
I lose my temper. “You fuckin’ prick! Anything happens to them, I will bury you.”
Selkie punches me. “Stop it. At least Jonny called us.”
I start to retort, but Jonny interrupts. “Would you two shut up. You need to get here fast, because when Sadie comes to his senses, I’m not the only one you’ll bury.”
He hangs up.
“Oh my god,” Selkie says, panic in her voice. “We gotta go get them. Renfrew’s gonna fuck them up.”
I want to squeal out of the parking lot and race to the 311 Boys clubhouse, but my head says to call Hangman.
“Settle,” I say gruffly Selkie. “We gotta take the time to plan this out.”
“Fuck that bullshit!” Selkie replies. “I’ll get a cab and do it myself if you’re too much of a coward.” She reaches for the door handle, but I grab her before she gets the door open.
“Don’t be stupid,” I growl as I tighten my grip around her arms. “We need the power of the club behind us. We need Hangman. Only way Renfrew’s gonna respect us. We go in alone, Henri and Oscar will be as dead as us.”
Selkie looks like she’s fighting an inner battle. Finally, the side of logic wins. “Okay. Fine. Call him then but tell him we need help fast.”
