On the one hand, there was relief at finding the shipment, of not fucking up our relationship with Zayn (and the easy life we had thanks to it).
On the other, we’d been chasing these idiots thinking they were part of the reason for the attacks on Noa. And it was all for nothing.
We were back at square one.
With hours—fucking hours—gone.
“Fuck,” I roared when we were back in Arty’s apartment, turning to ram my fist into the wall.
The pain that shot through my knuckles and up my arm was calming, allowing me to think through the panic that had been fogging up my mind the whole ride back to Miami.
“I’d tell you to take a walk, but your feet are fucked up enough already,” Huck said.
“I can’t just stand around doing fucking nothing.”
“I get it,” Huck said, nodding.
If I remembered my club history right, Huck’s woman, Harmon, had been kidnapped once too. So he genuinely did understand what I was going through. And unlike with Noa, Harmon hadn’t been trained her whole life on survival.
“Let’s focus on what we can do. Which is go over the night again. Any details we might have missed before.”
I ran through it all, from the moment of waking up, to getting my ass locked in the fucking cabin and helplessly watching him disappear with Noa over his shoulder.
“She had to have been drugged,” Huck said. “I could have Seeley hit up the old neighborhood, see if anyone sold to someone who looks like your sketch.”
“How’s that gonna help if we already know the plates are likely fakes?”
“If we can catch the car on the cameras.”
“Arty is already doing the cameras from the docks.”
“He can do both.”
“This is fucking pointless.”
“I get that it feels like that, but it’s… all we got.”
“It’s gotta be an old client, right? I could go to her place, check her files.”
“Somehow, I doubt Noa was keeping sensitive information out in the open without it being in some kind of code.”
He was right.
“Did she mention any other recent jobs?”
“We didn’t talk much about work,” I admitted.
All our talk had been personal. We’d been doing some deep fucking getting to know each other.
Which was great. It was something I’d never had before, not with anyone. Not even my own brother.
That said, it did leave some gaps.
Important ones.
Ones that might point us in the direction of her abductor.
“Probably didn’t talk much, period,” Huck mumbled.
