Since Ledger hadn’t been with her and he was too young to be in school, she was probably picking him up from the person watching him.
He could’ve been at either Kyra’s parents’ or her brother’s. Because she mentioned moving back to Shadow Valley so she’d have her family’s help and support.
He’d go to her parents’ house next. Hopefully they hadn’t moved in the past four years.
As he twisted Black Betty’s throttle and roared down the street, it hit him that it might not be the smartest decision to confront her at her family’s place.
Fuck it. He’d been known to step in shit.
Often.
If nothing else, he could do a drive-by and see if her cage was there.
In less than five minutes, he was on her parents’ block. He let off the throttle and coasted past the house. Of course, he and his sled stood out like a flashing beacon in suburbia-land.
What-fucking-ever. He had every right to be on a public road.
Even so, her white Sportage wasn’t parked in front of their house. No cages were.
Goddamn it.
He’d only been to her brother’s house once before and it was over six years ago for a barbecue. He couldn’t remember where the fuck he lived, but someone else might know, and if she didn’t, she had the methods tofind out.
He pulled over to the curb, yanked out his cell phone, and called Vi.
“What?”
He frowned at her annoyed greeting. “Kyra’s brother…”
“Yeah?”
“Where’s he live?”
“Why?”
A muscle in his jaw jumped. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ! Don’t answer my question with another fuckin’ question, answer the one I asked!”
She cackled into the phone. “You don’t get to order me around, cuz.”
“You remember where he lives?”
“Of course I do.”
“Where?” he barked.
“What’s that information worth to you?”
“Are you fuckin’ serious, woman?” His fingers itched to strangle her.
A sigh filled his ear. “Hang on. I think the info’s still in my phone.”
“Hurry the fuck up!” he shouted.
“Holy shit! Do you think you’re in a position to make demands?”
“It’s important.”
“Why?”
