I couldn’t see clearly who was being brought to me until they were about halfway back, and I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Whistler was being pulled into my office, and Cheyenne stood as Phantom tossed him into one of the chairs.
“Where the fuck is he?” Phantom yelled, but Whistler looked truly clueless to what he was asking. Phantom turned and looked at Cheyenne. “Say the man’s name again. Who’s responsible for taking you and Liz?”
“I think they said his name was Blindspot,” Cheyenne said with confusion on her face.
Whistler’s eyes grew to the size of saucers, and he began to stutter when I asked, “Who the fuck is Blindspot?”
Phantom released Whistler and turned to face me as he said, “Blindspot was the name your father used to call Blur when he fucked something up.” Turning back to Whistler, Phantom demanded, “Tell me where that son of a botch is or I swear I’ll take it out on your ass, old man.”
Cheyenne jumped up, and I caught her before she could get in the middle of a problem between brothers. I knew she wanted to defend Whistler, but if he was part of Blur’s sick plan, or if even knew about it, then he would meet the same fate.
“When we got the call that they found Ms. Cheyenne and were coming back, he said he was glad they found her and he was going to head home. He said he wasn’t feeling well, and I didn’t think anything of it. Blur’s always been kind of a lazy asshole, so I chalked it up to that.” Whistler looked at Cheyenne standing next to me. “I swear, Ms. Cheyenne, I would never doanything to hurt you. Not after everything with Gus. Please, you have to believe me. I didn’t know.”
Cheyenne pulled away from me and squatted in front of the aged biker. Phantom watched from beside them as she said, “I never thought for one second you had anything to do with it.”
“We need to find Blur before he runs and we never catch him,” Jagger interjected, and I looked at him.
The murderous fires of revenge burned bright in his eyes, and when my gaze met his, twin flames erupted. It was time to find the fucker who thought it was okay to touch my woman and, if my gut was correct, was responsible for the death of my father.
When I found him, I was going to fillet him alive before I staked him out for the animal to eat. Or maybe I’d just put a bullet in his brain and walk away. Whatever I decided, I was going to give Cheyenne and that poor woman, Liz, the opportunity for their own revenge, and then we would forget about Blur and his pathetic existence.
And maybe, we could figure out what happened to the other missing women and how Pops stumbled upon Blur’s sick operation.
Chapter 19
Cheyenne
3 weeks later
We’d been looking for Blur for close to a month and were still no closer to locating him. Trent had reached out to his cousin’s friend in Tennessee, someone he called ‘the madman’, and asked him to find Blur. When I heard Trent say, “No matter the cost, I want his ass dragged back to Rapid City.” I became confused, so Trent explained Adam’s friend and his ability to find people. I didn’t know if they were any closer to finding him, but it was rare that I was alone or wasn’t packing a weapon.
The day after Liz and I were saved, I went with her to explain to her parents what had happened. They wanted to call the police, but when they found out three men died during our escape and another was in the hospital for a cracked skull, they were a little more understanding. Liz and I could both be on the line for their deaths, so we all agreed to keep it quiet. But there was a brother watching her house around the clock, just to be safe.
It turned out that Liz was just a decoy, and besides being terrified during the ordeal, she was relatively untouched. I said a silent ‘thank you’ to the universe and my ancestors for her not being hurt. Walking away from her was difficult, but I knew I was a reminder of what had probably been the toughest day of her life. She’d called a few times a week since the day I left her with her parents, mostly to see if we’d caught Blur and to ask how I was doing.
A few days after I took Liz home, I sat down with Jagger to help search through Nitro’s computer, looking for any clues about how he uncovered Blur’s dastardly business. I was reading some emails when I asked Jagger, “What did Mr. Callahan find on Nitro’s phone?”
He looked across from me and lifted his shoulder slightly as he responded, “He found a picture that was sent to Nitro, but we’re still no closer to finding the house in it or who took the photo.”
I stood up and asked, “Can I see the picture?”
“I don’t see why not,” he replied as he opened his phone and showed it to me. “I wanted a copy, just in case we found the house.”
When I looked at the picture, I felt like it was familiar and wondered if it was the house Liz and I had escaped from. “Is this the house Liz and I were at?”
He glanced at it and shook his head. “It’s not the same house, though they’re both pieces of shit.” He paused and added, “Sorry.”
Trent had been treating me with kid gloves, so Jagger being himself was a nice change of pace from the last few weeks. I smiled and handed him his phone back before letting him know, “I’m going out on the front porch for some fresh air while the weather’s still warmish.”
“Carl’s outside,” he said without looking up from the computer.
The days I didn’t have one of the Bastards with me, Carl and the ranch hands were around. Trent had been spending his days either looking for Blur or working with the new mare we got last month. She was beautiful but headstrong, refusing tolet anyone put a saddle or bridle on her. Trent was slowly earning her trust, and from my seat on the front porch, I watched him working with her.
He'd placed a rope around her neck and was using carrots and what I suspected were sugar cubes to coax her to trot circles around him. The mare trusted Trent a little more each day, and seeing her carefully take the carrot from his hands was encouraging. I let the swing sway back and forth as I closed my eyes, feeling the warm sunshine on my face.
The sound of a car rolling up the driveway broke my peace, and I lifted my head before standing from the swing. Shielding my eyes from the afternoon sun, I watched as the car kicked up dust as it got closer to the house. The front door opened and closed behind me, alerting me that Jagger had come out to see who was here.
A moment later, Trent appeared, smelling like hay and sunshine. He kissed me on the temple as the three of us watched the car pull up in front of the steps. “Who’s that?” I asked.
