Flea came out from the back office, glanced around, then locked up.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Daisy hit her panic button.”
“What?” I screeched. “She’s in Montana.”
“Yeah, sweetheart, I know that.”
“What the hell are we supposed to do if she’s in Montana?”
“Not sure. Booker’s trying to figure it out. Good thing Cash and Razor are there.” He waved me toward the door to the club. “Come on, let’s go see what they know.”
With my heart in my throat, I grabbed my purse and followed him.
* * *
Cash
I was at the motel bar with Razor, my second beer and what was supposed to be a burger in front of me, but it rather resembled hamburger helper on a bun. I wasn’t sure, but there was no way in hell I was putting it in my body.
“What the fuck’s that supposed to be?” Razor asked, peering at my plate.
“Cheeseburger.”
“Note to self. Don’t order the cheeseburger.”
“No shit,” I said, feeling my phone buzz in my pocket. I took a swig of beer as I thumbed my screen open and nearly dropped my glass. “Jesus, fuck.”
“What?” Razor asked.
“My sister hit her panic button.”
“Goddammit.”
We dropped money on the bar and headed for the rental truck, calling my dad on the way.
“Hey,” Dad said.
“What the fuck’s goin’ on?” I hissed.
“Not sure. I want you to get to Huck’s place, pick him up, but have Razor track Daisy in the meantime.”
“I should be trackin’ Ducky.”
“I need you to handle Huck right now.”
“Dad—”
“Son, I need you to handle Huck. I know you want to find your sister, but she will want you to protect her man, and Razor knows the area better than you do. He’ll find her faster.”
“Fuck,” I hissed. “Fine.”
“Right, gonna let you go so I can get workin’ from this end.”
* * *
I pulled up to Huck’s parents’ place and Huck leaned in the window. “Where’s Razor?”
