“What? Why?”
“Because I’m going to kill your brother.”
“Maybe stow that kind of talk in front of the detective,” Jake suggested.
“Oh, I’ll make sure you go first, buddy,” she warned. “Considering, you’re the one who cooked up this cockamamie plan.”
“Let’s not be so dramatic, huh?” Asher said,strolling out of Dylan’s room, his hands in his pockets as he joined us.
“Wait,” I said. “Back up. Explain what the hell is going on, or Dylan won’t need to murder either of you...I’ll do it for her.”
“Your father—”
“Myfather?” I squeaked, and Dylan nodded.
“Yes. Your father has ordered us to be locked up until this motorcycle gang no longer wants to kill us.”
“Not locked up,” Jake corrected.“Locked down, until the heat dies down.”
“He told you this?” I asked.
“Order came from the commissioner.”
“You shouldn’t be surprised,” Asher said. “You know Dad’s not going to let anything happen to you.”
“Why does he even know about any of this?” I aimed this question at Jake, narrowing my eyes and studying his reaction. He didn’t even flinch.
“I told him,” Asher admitted.
“Why?” Dylanand I snapped at the same time.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you walked into a strip club owned by a notorious MC and snooped in places you shouldn’t have snooped.”
“Or, it could be because you took your fuckin’ clothes off in front of a shit ton of degenerates and their friends.”
That last part was from Jake and I could tell he was trying exceptionally hard not to yell.
I glared at mybrother. “Did you tell Dad that I stripped?”
“Of course I didn’t tell him that, Addie. I just told him you were investigating something and saw something you weren’t supposed to see. He didn’t ask anything further. By the way, what did the two of you see?”
“Shit. Candy.” Dylan expelled the air from her lungs and collapsed on the sofa. “Addie, we need to tell them. We don’t even know if she’salive.”
Nodding my agreement, I sat beside her and launched into the story about the bikers behind the Pink Fox. Jake took a seat and removed a pen and notepad from his jacket pocket and started taking notes. Asher paced as he listened. When I finished, we all sat quietly, digesting the information.
“You both said you heard a scream. Was Candy moving at all?” Jake asked.
“No,” Dylan replied.“By the time I opened the door, she was basically a rag doll in their arms, and they were loading her into the van.”
“What about before she went outside?” Jake asked. “Did she say anything about meeting anyone?”
I leaned forward. “I was going onto the stage as she was coming off, so I didn’t talk to her.”
He looked to Dylan.
“I was busy videotaping Addie and Greg. I didn’t even see Candycome off the stage.”
Jake jotted down Candy’s description, an approximate time, and asked us about any other possible witnesses.
