“Which is why she should go to the restaurant,” Ryan said.
“Ryan, it’s fine,” Mickayla said.“We’re taking a drive, and I’ll bring her back to On a Lark when we’re done.”
“Do you have your gun with you Ivy?”Ryan asked.
My lips twisted with my grimace.“Um…”
“Goddamn it,” he bit out.
“I have mine,” Mickayla said.
“And I have a knife,” Alexandra muttered.
“Fuck, you got Bluff’s woman in on this too,” Ryan muttered.
“Yes, we need to go.Talk soon, baby brother,” Mickayla said and made a cutting motion at her throat for me to hang up.
“Bye, Ryan,” I said because hanging up on him was also certain to make him mad.
We rode in silence for a bit.
After we passed a distribution center not far from the bar, Mickayla said, “Once we pass On a Lark, start a timer on your phone.I heard Ryan say they took you somewhere twenty-five minutes west of the restaurant.That will help us find the turn off.”
West-bound traffic was minimal at ten-thirty in the morning, and we passed the bar and grill after another five minutes.
I set the timer on my phone.“T-minus twenty-five-ish minutes.”
“Cool.We can pull a U-ie in twenty-four minutes,” Alexandra muttered.
“Have a more positive attitude, Lex,” Mickayla said and turned the music down.
“I’m positive this should be over after twenty-five minutes.And how old are you?Eighty-six?Lowering the music volume isn’t going to help us see better,” Alexandra chided.
“Says the woman who wants my whole car to rattle with the bass notes,” Mickayla said.
I laughed.“You two are worse than me and Chad.”
Alexandra looked over her shoulder at me.“Keep it up, you’re gonna be roped into this soon enough… Trouble.”
I felt my eyes get wide as my jaw dropped.“How do you know—”
Mickayla’s eyes met mine in the rear view mirror.“The brothers talk.More than you’d ever imagine.”
After a few minutes, Alexandra sighed.“This is even more boring than driving west on I-10.”
“Keep your eyes peeled.I’m looking for a dirt road, and that’s about all I know,” Mickayla said.
“It’s only been ten minutes.We have at least another ten minutes of driving before we start getting close,” I said.
We rolled through the intersection of US90 with a county road in Sanderson.
“My breakfast is fading fast, we should stop at that truck stop when we’re done,” Alexandra said.
“You should have gotten a Sizzli,” Mickayla said.
A vague memory of Ryan driving us in the opposite direction hit me and my stomach lurched.I really hadn’t expected us to be able to find the place where Ryan and I had been taken.The thought of going there wasn’t sitting too well with me.
“You’re remembering stuff, aren’t you?”Mickayla asked and I saw she was watching me in the rear view mirror.
