“Selling pot and party drugs.” He shrugs. “It’s easy money. The shits around here salivate for that stuff.”
“How dangerous is it?”
“It’s not too bad, as long as you don’t stiff the supplier.”
I contemplate it, then decide fuck it—I'll do anything for my sister. I tuck the gun away and hold out my hand. “Deal.”
He shakes my hand. “Cool. I’ll take you to my guy. Just be chill.”
I can be chill, no problem. I'm so desperate to keep Cynthia healthy and safe, I'm willing to do literally anything. Drug dealing isn’t that big of a deal.
“Oh my God! What? Is she alive? Where is she?”
“Slow down, man. See this here? These comments make me think this may be referencing Cynthia.”
I look at the words on the screen. I don’t even know what the hell he’s hacked into, but I concentrate on what I can understand.
The hunted meat is secure at a new location.
Is it aged?
It's over drinking age.
Okay, but is it still fresh?
Hardly. It is still quite succulent, though.
I want in. I need to taste the hunted.
I turn my confused face towards Thor for an explanation. He points to the screen. “See the references to ‘hunted meat’? And saying it’s over drinking age? This means it’s over 21. Your sister would be 23 now, right? And the ‘hunted’ could be referring to you, Hunter.”
My jaw hits the floor, and ice pulses through my veins. “Can you find out more? Where she might be held? We have to find out, no matter what we’d be walking into.”
“I know, I’ll try. It may take quite a while, though. So don’t go planning anything just yet.”
“Shouldn’t we notify Jax?”
“Notify me of what?” Jax’s deep voice comes into the room.
Thor spins in his seat. “We may have a lead on Cynthia.”
“Good work. Keep at it.” Jax turns to me. “Don’t get your hopes up. We've chased a lot of dead ends up to this point. Please, stay patient.”
I blow out a long breath. “I will, I will. We need to find Pretty... I mean, Phoenyxx too. Like yesterday.”
“We’re trying,” Bill mutters from the corner. “Still working on Augustine’s computer. Fucker is a fortress.”
Jax claps a hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you go eat, and catch a nap? You look like shit, Harris. You can’t help anyone if your tank is on E.”
I start to protest, then realize he’s right. “Yeah, okay.” I head out to the kitchen. I'm so exhausted I can barely stand up. The smell of coffee and sizzling bacon makes my stomach rumble loudly. I'll fortify so I can find both my girls.
Synn
For two fucking days we’ve been looking for Ghost with no luck. We've searched every inch of the property, even busting intoother people’s rooms. We've searched as much of the woods as we could but came up with nothing. It's a huge forest though, and it would take days just to try and get through it.
“Bro,” Trikk complains, “he’s got to be somewhere!”
I nod, knowing that must be true. Then a thought occurs to me. “Has anyone checked his room in the tunnels?”
