Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Max nodded but didn’t say anything for a while, continuing to press buttons. I was watching him work but not seeing what he was doing. I was thinking back to when I had called the one man that I promised myself I would never talk to again.
The phone was ringing and a raspy smoker’s voice answered gruffly, “Yeah?”
“It’s Sam.” I said into the phone.
“Well, well, well.” He snickered and said. “If it isn’t the golden boy who can do no wrong.”
“I need someone found. Name is Malcolm Kincaid. Your connections seem to work faster than mine will, so I need your help.” I gritted out through clenched teeth. My dad had so many connections and favors owed him that he could get things done about three times faster than I could. Oh, I would be able to find them, but we were only able to go through official channels at the moment since we were trying to do this clean where it didn’t start a shit storm firing back against us. I had people that depended on me for their safety. My father however could do it in a way where he only had to watch out for himself. I’d also much rather risk my father than my men who put their lives on the line for me.
“It’ll cost you.” He said to me.
“What do you want?” I asked wearily. I knew this was going to happen. I prepared for it. I would do almost anything to protect my woman or my men. I knew he wouldn’t make me do anything illegal though. He may be a major dick, but he watched over his family. Only he was allowed to beat them, or kill them. He made sure that
“I want to know where your mother is.” He said to me.
“No.” I said firmly. “I’ll do a lot of stuff, but it won’t be illegal, and I won’t give you her.”
“It was worth a try.” He said back to me.” I’ll get back to you on the favor. I’ll ask around about this Malcolm. I’ll also put Mack on it and let you know. This number where you work?”
“Yeah. Appreciate it.” I said to him.
“Oh, this won’t be pleasant. You can count on that one. I’m going to make it something that will absolutely kill you to do.” He said and then hung up.
My stomach dropped when he said that. The bad part was that he would make it unbearable. He would probably think about it and rethink it until he came up with something that he knew I would loathe. It was bad enough that he now knew where I lived and place of work. He could find me and visit anytime he felt like it.
He had called only two times throughout the two weeks that it had been since I had called him. Once to tell me he put a few feelers out but hadn’t heard anything. The second was to tell me that he had a trail that he was following that might be hot, and that he would call me back as soon as he heard anything.
Both of these calls went to voicemail on the work line because he called at three in the morning. My father obviously still kept long hours. There wasn’t a time when I was younger that he wasn’t home by dawn. He would leave after dinner, and come home about the time it was time for me to get to school.
I flipped my phone back up under my ear, and called the number for my dad.
“’Lo?” he answered.
“Whatever line you were following, reel it in. He just called and told me he was surprised that I had called you in.” I said to him. “Be careful how you proceed. He is not some lowlife that you are used to dealing with. He has skills and training that you wouldn’t believe. Learned anything new?”
“Name he goes by now is Justin. Followed his info and found that he had plastic surgery, and just showed up this new person and goes by Justin. He was heading south from Washington. That’s all I know.”
That lined up with what we now knew of his location being in Texas. His family was from Washington, so that made sense that he would still be around there. The plastic surgery however threw me. What would he look like now?
“Thanks. Keep me updated.” I said and hung up.
I relayed the information that I had gotten from my dad to Max, and we discussed the possibility that it we might have already been in touch with Malcolm and not even know it. We were chasing a fucking ghost.
“What do you think” I was saying when I was interrupted by my phone ringing.
Jack’s name popped up on the screen and I hit the answer button on the screen and answered.
“Hello?”
No one answered. There was a hissing, pinging and popping sound, and the sound of raspy breathing, some pained moans, but no voice telling me what was going on.
Finally Jack said “We got trouble.”
“What is it?” I asked gruffly. “Where are you?”
My heart was in my throat. Jack was on Cheyenne duty today.
“Pines and Sheffield. A car pulled out in front of Cheyenne and she T-boned them. We had left the dress shop not two minutes before. The guy just fucking pulled out. It’s hard not to see that black behemoth of yours. They are ok. Shaky. But ok. Cheyenne looks like she could possibly have a broken arm and a concussion, but other than that she is fine. The girls are talking. Gabe and Ember are taking them in her car to the ER. They are making Cheyenne ride in the ambulance because she lost consciousness for a few minutes. They are going to General. I’m going to ride with her, and meet you there.”
By the time he was finished with his explanation I was already on my bike and heading out of the driveway. Max was following me I was sure, but he had to close up shop call James to tell him what was going on.