Chapter 13
Devil
Rage like I've never felt before courses through my veins as the van takes off. I'm following as closely as I can until other vehicles show up. Tommy isn't as stupid as I gave him credit for. These cars, trucks, vans, and other motorcycles get between us. Even lane-splitting I'm having a hard time, because I either slow down at certain intervals, or I end up in a crash that my brain might never come back from.
"Son of a bitch," I scream as he manages to take a road that none of us see until it's too late. When we have to double-back, the van and it's convoy is gone. My hands are shaking as I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial a number I know by heart. The person on the other end picks up on the first ring.
"Chief Harrison."
No introductions, no explanation. Just words. "They've got my wife."
He sighs heavily. "Give me some time, and I'll see what I can do. Ransom's right here. I'll send him out with Gus ASAP. Where do you think they are?"
I rattle off a couple of addresses we've been able to procure. They're places that the Laurel Springs PD were planning to hit anyway, to try and get harder drugs off the streets. These assholes are lacing weed with fentanyl and they're killing teenagers. Much the same way Moonshine did, before The Moonshine Task Force put an end to the Strather's.
"Alight, we'll move our mission up. Don't do anything stupid, David."
"They should've thought about that before they brought it this close to home."
He makes a noise in the back of his throat. "You're still an officer of the law."
I snarl back at him. "Am I? Lots of people seem to be questioning that lately. Including myself."
With those words, I end the call, and look at my guys.
Dime speaks first. "Thunder's got some intel. Needs us to head back to the clubhouse. We're gonna find her."
"We better." Even I don't recognize myself as I speak. They've awoken the Devil, and they won't be able to lock him away easily now that he's out.
My phone is buzzing as I sit in the clubhouse, viewing the doorbells and surveillance systems that Thunder has tapped into. We've been able to piece together fragments of the convoy's route, but it's like chasing shadows. Every time we think we've got a lead, we can't seem to figure out where they've ended up. It's fucking frustrating.
"Fuck!" I slam my fist on the table, making the laptops jump. The brothers around me don't even flinch—they know better than to get in my way right now. The Devil is out, and he's hungry for blood.
Thunder looks up from his screen, his fingers still flying across the keyboard. "Got something on the east side cameras. Van matching the description, but the plates are different."
"They switched them." I lean over his shoulder, studying the grainy footage. "Time stamp?"
"Twenty minutes ago. Moving south on Industrial."
My blood runs cold. Industrial leads to the old tobacco warehouse district, abandoned buildings, no witnesses, perfect for what Tommy's planning. I grab my phone and fire off a quick text to Ransom
D: Check Industrial District. Warehouses on south end. Van spotted 20 min ago.
The response comes back almost immediately.
R: Copy. Moving to position.
Bull stands up from the couch, cracking his knuckles. "We need to move, Prez. Every minute we sit here is another minute that bastard has with Dani."
I know he's right, but rushing in blind won't help anyone. "Thunder, what else you got?"
"Working on it." His face is illuminated by the blue glow of multiple screens. "These doorbell cameras are gold mines, but there's so many of them to go through."
My phone buzzes with another text from Ransom.
R: Negative on first three warehouses. Moving to the complex on Maple.
Another text, this one from Morris.
