“Which means someone, and by someone, I mean Hopper, must’ve taken him,” Mason pipes in.
Flashes of Oak fill my head. I squeeze my eyes shut to get rid of him. Leo is not Oak. Leo will come home.
“His bike was found out on the main road, start from there and see if you can find anything.”
With my instruction, they get ready to leave when my phone rings and Leo’s name fills the screen. The knot in my gut begins to loosen.
“Wait!” I order the sons and answer the phone. “Where the fuck are you?”
“Ah, Castiel. Since I've got my hands on the monkey, I can now deal with the organ grinder, perhaps we can get down to business.”
Hopper.
The call ends and a picture message comes through. I'm on my feet, staring at a photo of my son, his hands tied behind hisback and tape slapped across his mouth, in what looks like the back of a van.
I call him back but yet again, I get Leo’s fucking voicemail. I pointlessly try again and want to throw the phone hearing his voice kicking in telling menotto leave a message.
JJ takes the phone from me and grunts once he’s seen the picture. He passes the phone to Mason who in turns passes it to Myles.
“We should hit the road,” JJ snaps. “We start from where Leo’s bike was found and go from there.”
Myles hands the phone to Sparky and says, “Let’s go.”
“No,” I bark out.
“What the fuck, Cas? We know Hopper has him, that’s our starting point,” Mason argues.
“None of us has heard from Leo since yesterday, Holly said he hadn’t been home all night, which means they have at least twelve hours on us. They could be at least six hundreds miles away.”
“Or they could be hiding in town somewhere,” JJ argues.
Ignoring them all, I grind out, “He called and sent a photo. He’ll call back.”
JJ kicks at the nearest chair and it flies across the bar. “You want us to wait?”
I nod. “That’s exactly what I fuckin’ said.”
Myles clears his throat and says, “Shouldn’t Jay be making the calls, since he wears the VP patch.”
Narrowing my eyes, I take a step toward him and then stop. “Have any of you been in this situation before?”
“I mean, not this exact situation, but we’ve all been through shit.”
“Leo is my boy and until we get him back, you listen to me. You got a problem with that, keep it to yourself.”
The little shit shuts his mouth and hangs back.
“Shouldn’t we at least call Luca and the Dog City chapter in, bump up our numbers?” Mason suggests.
“I’ll deal with it.”
Luca is better situated in the city. Willow’s Peak was my responsibility for nearly thirty years and now it’s Leo’s. Luca’s responsibilities are in the city.
“Hopper’s irrational,” Sparky mutters quietly. “It might be a good idea to hunt them down.”
“He’ll call.”
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