Not to mention, if I was going to drive a couple hours, it sure the fuck wouldn’t be in full uniform in a vehicle that wasn’t all that comfortable.
“This isn’t the time to talk about me. It’s time to talk about where my brother is,” Officer Moran snapped at Silver.
I pulled Silver to me and said, “Ma’am, I know that you want to get ahold of your brother, but we haven’t seen him since he left two weeks ago. If you have questions, I would suggest going to his place of employment or his apartment.”
“I’ve done both of those and haven’t found him,” she hissed.
“You might also consider that he’s just being an adult and doing what he wants to do without answering to his rude sister,” Silver replied sweetly.
Officer Moran’s eyes turned glacial as she turned her angry gaze toward Silver.
Silver didn’t flinch, but I stepped in front of her anyway.
“I have to take my girl to work,” I said. “Have a nice night.”
Officer Moran didn’t move.
“And for what it’s worth,” I said truthfully, “your brother said you were an overbearing bitch, and that was why he wanted to join the club. Maybe you need to give him some space.”
He had said that. He’d also said his mother was the same way when she was alive.
Though, the way Otto acted, he needed someone to run herd over him. If he didn’t have someone cleaning up after him, he’d have been arrested a hundred times over.
We’d done enough of that over the last two months ourselves.
That’d been part of why he’d been told he wasn’t going to be a member of our club.
We didn’t need any extra attention brought to us.
“It’s been how long since he was reported missing?” Silver asked.
Officer Moran glared hard. “A couple of hours.”
“A couple of hours isn’t missing,” Silver pointed out. “From what I understand, you have to be missing for twenty-four to be considered missing. I watch a lot of true crime documentaries.”
“Well, true crime podcasts don’t make you a police officer,” she snapped.
“On that note,” I said as I caught Silver’s hand and headed to my bike. “Gotta get her to work.”
I took my helmet off my bike and slipped it onto her head.
The drive to the hospital was only a few blocks, but no way in hell was I letting her ride without protection.
We’d lost enough in this club because of that.
Silver’s eyes went wide when I tightened the helmet on. “You don’t have to actually drive me. I just saw her turn in here and I got worried.”
I touched the tip of her nose with my finger and said, “You need anything out of your car?”
“No.”
“You have your keys?” I asked.
“The car doesn’t take any keys anymore. And the door locks don’t work,” she whispered.
Anger suffused through me. “Okay. We’ll talk about that later.”
She winced.
