I buried my face into my father’s chest as he held me. Mom was right next to us, holding my hand.
“Who was at the gate?” Hatch demanded.
“I was, boss,” Buzz said. “I’ve been at the gate all night. The only time I stepped away was to take a piss and I didn’t hear pipes. Fuck, brother, sorry.”
“Check cameras. Track him,” Hatch growled.
I gasped, my hand going to my necklace. “You can’t track him.”
“Why the fuck not?” Booker growled.
“Careful, brother,” Dad warned.
“Because I have his tracker.” I burst into fresh tears. “Mine broke, and he insisted I wear his until we could replace it.” I grabbed my dad’s cut. “Oh my god. He’s out there alone and there’s no way to find him. This is all my fault.”
Dad held me close. “This is not your fault, baby girl. We’re gonna find him. He probably just had engine trouble and he and Razor are on the side of the road dealin’ with it.”
I scoffed. “That doesn’t explain why he isn’t returning my calls. Something’s wrong and I know it in my soul.”
“Okay, honey.” Dad gave me a squeeze. “I’m sorry.”
I faced Cash’s father. “And I’m sorry, Booker, I should have told you about the tracker. We were just so caught up—”
“No, sweetheart,” he interrupted. “This isn’t on you. I apologize. I shoulda gone gentler earlier. We’re gonna find him.”
“Buzz, get back out to the gate,” Hatch ordered. “If you have to take a leak, use a bottle.”
“Right,” he said, and headed that way.
Ten minutes later, Dani walked in, and Booker was not happy in the least. “What the fuck, Pug, she was supposed to stay put.”
Pug raised his hands in surrender. “I tried, man. Seriously. She waited until I was in the can and snuck out to the car.”
“What the fuck is with all y’all and your tiny motherfuckin’ bladders?” Hatch snapped.
Booker turned to Dani. “Baby, I told you I’d call—”
“Stop!” she hissed. “Just stop. I’m not sitting at home to wait for a call to find out if my baby is okay. I already went through that with Ducky, and it was torture. Just let me be here with you. I can’t do it without you,” she said on sob.
Booker pulled her into his arms. “Okay, baby, okay.”
Knight walked in and said to no one in particular, “One of the mobile trucks is gone.”
“Track it,” Hatch said.
“Already did,” Knight said. “It’s movin’. On its way back here.”
“See?” Dad said. “It’s probably Cash and Razor.”
I took a deep breath, hope blossoming as Dad gave me a squeeze and I rushed to the door to wait for them to arrive.
Only, Cash didn’t come.
Razor did. He limped in, to be more accurate. He’d been beat to shit, barely able to stand, and the men rushed to help him as he fell against the wall.
“Jesus,” Hatch hissed. “Someone get Katie. Now!”
“I think we might need Eldie,” Booker suggested.
