Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
My arms were already up. I was going for them–that wasn’t Justin, or Harper.
Two strangers stared back at me.
The guy who’d driven them to me took off his front mask, and I recognized Corvette. He stepped toward me, his hair messed, sweat streaks over his face. “Yep. That was our reaction too, and just to be very clear here, these are not your friends?”
I shook my head. “No.”
Also, what the fuck?!
I hit call on my phone.
My dad answered, but he heard me crying. “Kali? What’s wrong?”
I told him what I could.
My heart was breaking and I needed my Dad.
52
SHANE
“Dumbasses over there.” Stripes approached. He indicated two of Estrada’s men, who were currently still tied up and sitting on the front lawn where we were. “Did not think to make sure they were the two individuals they'd previously identified from our table in Manny’s. Those two guys, who were identified as Harper and Justin, Kali’s friends, went out the same door, but we’re pretty sure they did not go out the back way and instead probably turned to leave from the front.”
“Which means they would’ve walked right past us when we were having our ‘To Do’ with Brandon Jax.”
“Pretty sure. We’re coordinating with Monroe now, Jax’s brother-in-law, the one who does not like us. They picked up the trail where the real Harper and Justin are. Just got off the phone with…” He hesitated a moment. “With Monroe’s sister, she’s also a bounty hunter, and she said they found two airline tickets booked for Vegas.”
“Are you shitting me?”
He started chuckling. “Nope. They were booked the following morning, so when Kali and Aly were at the hospital, their friends were boarding a plane for Sin City. Bren–er, Monroe’s sister, said they’re looking for a hotel they might’ve been using.”
“There’s been no attempt for them to contact Kali or Aly?”
“No, and Bren, Monroe’s sis–”
“I know who Bren is. You don’t have to keep explaining.”
“Right.” His shoulders relaxed a little. “Bren said that Aly was taken in to get a new phone, but she was just able to sync it to her old one. She tried calling Harper, but he’s got his phone off.”
Roadie had come over to listen in, and he began laughing. “So that means either they were also taken by a way smarter Estrada team or those two guys went and got hitched and don’t have their phones on because they’re still partaking in Sin City and the many pleasurable activities the city has to offer.”
Kali was pacing back and forth on the front porch. I’d tried to get her to go inside, away from Estrada’s men and where Katie was, but she wouldn’t budge. She kept shooting me looks so didn’t take a genius to know she wanted an update asap.
“Okay.” I asked Heckler, who’d come to join our circle. “What’s the update on where Estrada is?”
“They’re in Amarillo.”
Right. Fuck. That meant we’d need to get word to Connor, so he could do what he wanted to do and then set up the attack for Estrada. “You guys make the call to get these guys picked up?”
Roadie raised his hand. “I did. We’re coordinating with local bounty hunters so all of us won’t be here when they come to get them.”
“Good.” I motioned to the two guys who none of us knew that were now sitting on the other end of the porch. “Did they get identified and call whoever they needed to call?”
“We did. They were just two guys hanging out at Manny’s that night. Went outside to smoke a joint, and wrong place, wrong time. Bounty hunters are going to take them in too. Police will want to question them.”
“They been instructed on what not to say?”
Roadie flashed me a grin. “They were given a story to tell when asked how they came to be rescued. They’ve been informed that we didn’t rescue them. The bounty hunters coming to pick them actually did. They seemed amenable, especially when we found their families on social media. Good old social media. Always so informative of tagging friends and family in all those pictures where they like to brag, or maybe that’s just how I take it. I might be jaded.”
Corvette snorted. “I can think of a lot of words to describe you, but sure as shit that jaded ain’t one of them.”
Heckler said over them, cutting through the bullshit, “When are we leaving? We need time to set everything up for Estrada. We’re going to kill this time, right?” He was always the most serious of everyone. Also older since he was in his forties.
Everyone got real quiet, real quick.
“What if we tell someone in law enforcement who Marco’s second-in-commands are. Someone who can actually do something about them.”
I shook my head. “We’ve thought of everything. Everything. No one will get to them in time before they’ll all be transferred out and somewhere else. He’s got everyone in his pocket there. We checked everyone.” But… Goddamn. There was one chance. One shot, but it was such a long one that I didn’t dare put any stock into it.