Ghost nodded, his hand squeezing my knee softly. “I figured we could also stop by your place. Get you some clothes they didn’t ruin. Bring back whatever isn’t broken. Would that be something you’d like?”
I let out a wobbled whimper and nodded my head. “Mhm.”
“Good,” Ghost said as he reached up and smoothed a tear off my cheek. “Then why don’t you get me your father’s address so Scout and I can head out. You can stay here with your food and your drinks, and you and the girls can hang out.”
“But—but what if?—”
He gripped my chin, and it fine tuned my senses to him. “If your father is in danger, we will make sure that he is safe and taken care of before we leave. We just need his address and a few hours of your time, all right?”
“All right,” I said breathlessly.
And when he held out a pad of paper with a pen, I jotted down my father’s address.
I watched the masked man stand and move out of the kitchen with confidence in his stride.
I still didn’t like that he had a camera in my apartment, though.
17
GHOST
The ride back to Bryersville was silent between me and Scout. That didn’t shock me, though. It was the dead of night, four in the fucking morning, and everyone was bone tired. Him included. Scout, despite the brain he packed in that skull of his, was always quiet. Like me and Brutus. Well, I’d say he was even quieter than us, but sometimes his motormouth could get going at the right times.
This wasn’t the right time, though.
When we hit the city limits of Bryersville, our heads were on a swivel. I still wasn’t sure whether or not anyone knew that I watched Jasmine. Every time something happened, it answered a couple of our questions, and then raised three more. Was it just a coincidence that someone tried taking her while I was on a food run?
Did someone have eyes on us?
We rode through town, staying well within the speed limits and making sure we didn’t do anything that could draw unwanted attention to ourselves. Part of me wanted to drive by Jaz’s place of work, just to see what was going on. I resisted the urge, however.
Especially when the address we were headed to had us pulling into the parking lot of a fucking in-home care facility.
“Uhhhh, Ghost?” Scout asked.
We parked our bikes in the same parking space toward the back of the lot. “Yep.”
“You sure we’re at the right place?”
I double checked the address. “Yep.”
“Soooo… you wanna do this? Or should I?”
I slowly turned and looked at him, yanking my helmet off and motioning to my mask. “Don’t think the nurses will take too kindly to me walking in at four in the morning.”
“You mean, you aren’t just gonna go in there coughing your damn head off?”
I chuckled as I perched my helmet on my leg. “You think someone coughing should be walking around in an in-home care facility?”
Scout groaned as he rolled his eyes and ripped off his helmet. “Fine. I’ll be back. But you owe me.”
“We’ll get milkshakes on the way back.”
His lactose-intolerant ass flicked me off before he headed for the front doors. I watched as he had to press a button and speak with someone before the door popped open in front of him. I wasn’t sure what the hell he said to get himself inside, but whatever.
And when he came out a few minutes later, he gave me a thumbs up.
“So get this,” he said as he returned to his bike. “Apparently, some of the care patients are on a weekend getaway to the Grand Canyon this weekend. The man’s not even in the state right now.”
