“Do you have to talk like some special forces secret agent, it’s just me dipshit.”
“You want my help or not?”
“All you gotta say is we have found Sheridan and we’re gonna go talk to her.”
“What do you not understand about us closing in?”
“Something obviously because it doesn’t sound like we’re on the same page.”
“Jesus, I forgot what a pain in the ass you are.”
“Just speak layman to me, Camy.”
“You’re a fucking idiot. We haven’t found her yet, but we’ve tracked down some people who know where she’s been.”
“So you’ve got nothing?”
The phone goes quiet and I can picture him holding it away from his ear so he can call me names, or count to ten like he used to do when we were kids.
Shit, I need to take this seriously, this is about the mother of Nero’s kid.
“Cam… Camden…Hey.”
“You done being a dick?”
“It’s out of my system. Dazzle me.”
“Jesus, can I deal with someone else in the club.”
“I’m done. So you found someone who has seen her?”
“Yeah, in Elizabethtown in Kentucky. We’re heading over there tomorrow. Once we’ve got more news, I’ll give you a call. Did you want to be here when we grab her?”
“Yeah, Nero will want that. And less of the grabbing. We’re not arresting her, we just need to talk to her, find out why she disappeared on her kid.”
“Leave the fucking attitude at the clubhouse Callum. I’m not having you on a job with us if you’re going to be an idiot.”
“It’s a sibling thing, I promise I’ll remember you’re the boss and behave. Just keep me posted and as soon as you need me, I’ll be there.”
Cam hangs up. Pissing off my older brother is like second nature to me. Sometimes I forget he is an ex-marine, scary as shit bounty hunter now, and in a fight he’d likely beat my ass.
Nero will want to know about this but I push it out of my head for now. I’ve got to get shit done here and make sure the club is okay without its leader.
Inside the lighting is dim as usual and it takes my eyes some time to adjust. Ratchet and Wheeler are talking to Max, strolling through to the back. They give a cursory glance to the woman standing by the private booths but don’t stop.
Charley is watching them like a hawk, something ticking over in her brain. I’m not sure I like the way she is looking at them, I can’t figure out what it is.
“Charley, everything okay?” I ask stopping behind her. She jumps and whirls around.
Why is she such a bag of nerves? I hate that I scared her. I really want to know what it is that keeps her up at night, or had her staying in that shit hole, and why she so desperately wants to dance at Elegance.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
It’s taking a lot for her to speak, that much is obvious. I’ve been watching her these last few days, not when she is sleeping or anything, that would be creepy as shit. She projects this persona of being strong, but there is a vulnerability to her too.
“I need a favor,” she says.
She’s proud, and doesn’t like asking for help. Yet here she is, asking me for something. And I don’t mind helping. Which is why I answer without waiting to hear the favor first.
