I’d never admit it to her, but my feet were fucking killing me. The run had been bad, then the scratch of the pedal against the cuts had only made things worse.
“Seeley took the car. He took the gun too. I’ll give you a clean one. Just don’t want to take any chances if this asshole tries to go to the cops or something.”
“Good. I don’t think she’s got any attachment to it.”
“Tell me you saw this fuck,” Huck said.
“I wish. It was dark as fuck out there.”
Which I’d loved when chasing Noa through the woods. It’d added to the fun—not being able to see her, just having to rely on my instincts.
The second mad dash through the woods had been a lot less fun. Especially after hearing her cry out in pain.
“Maybe I should have turned around and taken the bastard down.”
“There’s no point in would’ve-could’ves right now. The blown window is a good lead.”
“Yeah. That was a smart move on her part. She tried for the tires, but I was going too fast.”
“It probably wouldn’t have helped. The safe house is too far away. By the time we got out there, he’d have been gone on foot.”
That was true.
“Did you leave anything important in the safe house?”
“I think Noa’s bag is still there. But he already knows who she is, so there’s not really anything he can do with that.”
“Your wallet?”
“I have it. I put it on the nightstand before bed.”
“One less thing to worry about.”
“Has Arty found anything?”
“Yes and no. He did find what we think is the camper on a traffic camera. But there was a blind spot and they disappeared into it. That said, he checked all the other roads around thereand didn’t see it leaving. So we think it’s there somewhere, parked. We just need to give him another hour or two.”
“Good. Because we need him on the car angle now too. I don’t think this was one of the stoners. He was too controlled.”
“Pro?”
“Maybe.”
“Which puts us in the position of trying to figure out if it is a pro linked to the missing guns, or if it’s someone from a previous job Noa did that didn’t go well.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, exhaling hard. “Hopefully, Arty can find the camper. Then we can confront the guys about the guns, about who might be involved, or even just know about it. It gives us somewhere to look.”
“And until then, we need Noa somewhere safe.”
“She’s not gonna want to go to the clubhouse. She’d be worried about your kids and Che’s kids next door. Too much risk.”
“Can’t say I disagree with her. There’s Teddy’s. He has a doorman. Or if she’s not into that, a hotel would be safer than any standalone kind of building.”
“Or there’s Zayn’s yacht,” Dixon said. “What?” he asked when everyone turned to look at him. “It’s an option. If it’s around here. If not, he also has a boat.”
“I’ll have to ask her which she’s most comfortable with. She might be a little anxious about being around Zayn right now. Have you guys been in touch?”
“We’re keeping him updated. He’s glad to see there’s some progress.”
