“But we can fix it,” I replied firmly.
“If you say so.” He didn’t sound convinced.
“You gonna give up? That what you’re sayin’, Void?”
The right corner of his lip lifted in a snarl. “No.”
I didn’t think so. “Then grab your fucking coat. We’re going after our woman.”
In less than five minutes, we were loaded into my truck, backing out of the driveway, and merging onto the street. I drove, of course. Rev sat in the front seat. He didn’t give Void an option.
In the backseat, Void had opened his laptop, clicking away on the keys. He was detail-oriented and thorough, and he found her location so quickly that I had to adjust the direction we were driving as he called it out.
The problem turned out to be the condition of the roads. Snow and ice were accumulating in layers, making the roads slick no matter how much salt the city trucks tried to lay down. The wind had grown bitterly cold and vicious, whipping around my truck and reducing visibility. I couldn’t see more than a car length or two in front of us.
Rev clenched the dashboard as he leaned forward, trying to see around us. My windshield wipers could hardly keep the snow off. It was near white-out conditions. “Diesel.”
“I know.”
He didn’t have to tell me if we were having this much trouble; it was probably worse for Becca.
“She stopped moving,” Void informed us. “Fuck.”
“You can’t track her anymore?” Rev asked, glancing over his shoulder to peer into the backseat. “Did you lose her?”
“No.” His gaze shifted to mine in the rearview mirror. “I mean, her vehiclestopped moving.”
No. I wasn’t going to think the worst. I couldn’t focus and drive if I did that. “Then we get to her as quickly as possible. Do you have her location pinned?”
“No, but I can tell you where she is. Almost halfway to Clarise’s house. I bet she was on the way to Sydney.”
Of course. She was upset and needed her best friend.
“Which street?”
Since we all lived in the Hocking Hills area, we knew the streets. Not to mention that our clubhouse was located here, and so were the businesses the club ran. We had two main sources of legit income: the repair shop, which also focused on custombikes, and the security business, where we provided muscle and discreet services to our clientele who asked for them.
Most of the guys in the club were either good at auto and bike repair or at security. We earned a decent wage and paid our fucking taxes, but that wasn’t how the club made its steady income. Our security business provided the front for our other, more profitable and illegal services, such as forgery, IDs, birth certificates, and other paperwork that either created a new identity or erased one already in existence.
Void was the skill and expertise behind it, and he trained several brothers in the club so they could help. It never failed to surprise me with how often people needed these services, or why they needed to disappear.
My job as the Sergeant at Arms ensured peace in the club, that everyone paid their dues and worked, respected the president and officers, and followed the bylaws. I was the primary enforcer and the chief of security, handling any disciplinary issues and maintaining order. Code was strictly enforced.
Revenant often helped me when an issue arose, along with our enforcer, War. With his military background, he had the grit and brute force to back us up. Luckily for everyone else, it rarely happened.
“Turn right at the light.”
I focused on the road, taking the turn more slowly than I wanted, but it was necessary. It wouldn’t help a fucking thing if I crashed trying to reach Becca.
“Is she moving yet?” Rev asked, tapping his fingers on his thigh with impatience. “Fuck. I forgot the first aid kit.”
“I have one,” Void replied. “And no, she’s stayed in the same spot.” He typed something on his keyboard, then paused. “No cameras by her to get a visual. She could have slid into a ditch or pulled over. I’m betting she had to stop.”
“I hope so. We’re barely crawling along, and that’s in a truck with Four Wheel Drive. Her little SUV is gonna be shit in this weather.”
Rev agreed with me.
“That’s not the issue. Fuck!”
