“Got it.” My head is on a swivel as I push through the doors.
Lucy is sitting at a table with Dad. They’re talking, and he’s smiling at her. It feels like forever since I’ve seen him smile. Dad is dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Not his usual clothes, but he blends in better in the clubhouse. He sees me and waves.
“I need to speak to you both outside.”
They follow without question, and I lead them toward the bonfire burning at the back of the clubhouse. Only a handful of people are near it, and when Reaper appears, they leave us alone.
“What’s going on?” asks Reaper.
“Someone’s broken into our home, Dad,” I start, the torn Polaroid clenched in my fist like a verdict. “It could have something to do with this.”
“Might be the Locos,” Highway adds.
I glance at him, then back at Lucy, and hold out the photograph. “I had this in my bedroom. It was an old photo of you and Dom.”
Lucy takes the torn image and says, “Why would you have a picture of me and Dom?”
“I took it a long time ago. And it wasn’t kept because of Dom but you. When you disappeared from us, I kept lots of your stuff. I missed you,” I confess.
Lucy’s lips turn down, and she looks upset.
“Too close,” Reaper growls, the bonfire reflecting in his eyes.
The fire crackles and pops, sending a shower of sparks and embers into the night sky. The warm glow flickers shadows across his face.
I draw in a sharp breath, the torn Polaroid gripped tight in Lucy’s hand.
Reaper’s hand clenches into a fist, his knuckles white as bone. “Damn Locos,” he spits out, fury radiating off him like exhaust heat.
Lucy edges closer to him, her eyes wide and fearful. “I thought we were done with them.”
“Hey,” Reaper’s voice softens as he cradles her face, his thumb brushing her cheek. “Me too. I’ll fix this.”
“How?” Dad asks.
“We’ll figure it out. If this is the Locos or someone close to them, we will find them,” Reaper vows.
“Nothing will touch either of you,” Highway declares, and damn if I don’t believe every word.
“Good.” I nod, and Lucy throws the torn photograph into the fire.
“I’ll have Fingers work his magic and see if there are any loose ends with the Locos. Until we know who it is, you should all stay close to the clubhouse,” advises Reaper.
Dad puts a hand on Lucy’s shoulder. “So long as my girls are here, I’m happy to stay, but I need to be getting back to work.”
Reaper nods. “We’ll work it out. It could be a simple robbery.”
Highway frowns. “It didn’t look like anything was missing.”
“Maybe it was kids messing about,” I offer.
Reaper and Highway exchange a glance.
“Yeah, could be,” replies Reaper, but he doesn’t sound confident.
Dad yawns. “I’ve got a big day tomorrow. I’m hitting the hay.”
“Come on,” Highway growls, a command that rumbles through me.
