“We got any intel?”Tank asks.“Where we gonna find them?”
“Yeah,” Ghost says, “we paced all night thinking they might show at the safe house, but nothing.”
“They won’t, it’s safe there.”Jock huffs.“They don’t even know it exists and we’ll keep it that way.Place has come in handy over the years.”He looks at me.“Don’t you agree, Reaper?Real handy.”
My top lip curls and I look away, irritated by his insinuation.He knows nothing.“We need a plan.Last I heard they had a place over at Five Points.Some old warehouse.Shithole.”
“How long ago was that?”Tank asks.
I shrug.“Six months.Likely they’ve ditched it by now.”
“Yeah, they move around.But we’ll check it out first.”Jock looks at the door.“Where’s Yan?He lives over there.”
Yan was a new prospect.He’d yet to earn any badges or any of my respect.He had shifty eyes and a large scar on his arm that so far had two different stories.
“He left,” Felon says, “last night?”
“He left last night?”I frown.“Why?It was all-hands-on-deck here.”
“Kid has a thing for coke.”Felon shakes his head.“Tries to hide it but the signs are there.”
Jock clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth.“Shit, really?Well, that’s a problem for another day.”
My phone rings.Unknown number.I flick it to “silent” and turn it over.It rings for a moment then stops.Rings again.
“Fucking thing.”I mutter at it.
Jock frowns.
It goes quiet for a second then rings again.
I pick it up.Hit “answer.”
“What?”
“Reaper.It’s me.”
“Fuck!”I stand so quickly my chair tips over and clatters onto the floor.“Scarlet.What’s up?”
“They’re here ...or I think they are.”
“Who is there?”I hit “speaker” and set the phone on the table.
“Four big bikes have just pulled up.They don’t look like yours, they’ve got snarling dogs on their exhausts and...”
“What?”I say.A huge gaping hole of fear opens up inside me.It’s like falling even though my boots are flat on the ground.
“I think it’s the Hyenas,” she says shakily.
“It might not be.”I clench my jaw as a pain shoots up my shoulders and neck.I know damn well it is.
“Who the fuck else could it be?”Jock rumbles and jumps up.“Come on.We gotta go.”
“Fuck, I’m so scared.Reaper, please ...come back...”
“I’m already on my way.”I grab my phone and rush from the office.“Find somewhere to hide.And shoot anyone that comes into the house.”
“But Consuela...?”
