“You mean theI hate you, bitchones or the others?” Shadow raises his chin. “Didn’t much gel with those that said he wanted her back so they could always be together. Just thought the fucker was schizophrenic if I’m honest.”
“It’s possible.” Red frowns. “Could they have been working together?”
“But what’s his connection to Saul?” Twister asks.
“Haven’t found that out yet, or if there is one,” Honor states. I’d forgotten for a moment we were on a call. “But here’s my ten cents. I reckon Thorne got the worse end of the deal. RoseLyn’s parents adored her. Thorne’s not so much.”
“You’re saying he’s fuckin’ jealous of her?” Crash asks, then looks around.
“How the fuck does he benefit from kidnapping her?” I don’t understand. If it was money he was after, then RoseLyn might well have been sympathetic to a long-lost brother approaching her. She’s not rich, but I know enough about her to know she’d have shared what she could, which leads me to ask. “Why didn’t he just approach her?”
“We read data, not fuckin’ minds,” Honor points out.
“Whatever the fuckin’ reason, we now know who we’re after. Got any info on where he might be?” Prez stares at the device on the table.
“Duty’s looking into that, as I suspect is Keys.” Keys nods quickly. “Hang on. Stormy’s got something.”
Another voice comes on the line. “Checked out the Vegas address for Thorne. He lives in a house along with a fuckin’ cop. A guy called Elton Payton. He’s a detective.”
“He’s also the cop we liked for passing info onto Saul. We’re checking it out before giving it to you as a solid lead.” Honor sounds triumphant.
And right there’s the fuckin’ connection.
“Give us an address,” Red snaps.
Stormy does.
“Okay.” Snatcher’s voice sounds. “We’ll leave you to track down Elton. While in the best of worlds you’ll find RoseLyn at the cop’s address, getting to know her new family, I reckon we’ll work on the worst-case scenario and try to find locations where Thorne could have taken her.”
Prez nods and retrieves his phone. With a “thanks, Brother”, he ends the call. “Twister, Crash, you want to go check this fucker out?”
“I’m going,” Hammer says.
“Me too,” Cobra states.
“I’m—”
Red’s finger points straight at me. “You’re going fuckin’ nowhere. You’re in no state to ride. You’re staying here.”
“But—”
“When we’ve got a lead on RoseLyn, that’s where you come in, Brother.”
Crash backs up the prez. “Petty, you’d only slow us down.”
While everything in me wants to deny it, it’s the fucking truth. I’m as likely to lay down my bike as be able to keep up with them, but it irks that I’m going to be left sitting twiddling my thumbs.
“Let me know.” I turn pleading eyes on them. “As soon as you—”
“As soon as we’ve got this Elton bastard singing, we’ll let you know.”
If I had any remaining doubts that I was no longer accepted by my club, Hammer’s look of compassion and his touch to my shoulder on passing would remove any doubt.
It suddenly hits me. Finding RoseLynismore important than wearing my cut. I’d rather have both, but if I had to make a choice, there’s only one I’d give up.
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
RoseLyn
