Page 39 of Dark Endures

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Jacko walks out of the snake room with Popcorn rolling around his fingers. “I hate bringing strangers into our business.”

Like anyone enjoys asking for help. “We haven’t been able to find a sign of him or his brother.” Which is irritating but not surprising since drug dealers don’t exactly have a great survival rate around us.

“Did you really need to call the bikers?” Jacko sits down on the edge of my desk.

“They have eyes everywhere. And they aren’t the only people I called.” If Jacko hates the bikers, he’s going to be livid that I also called Aleksei Kamenev ‘The Bratva King’.

“The Vincenti Family?”

What would be the point of that? “The only drug dealers the Vincentis know are dead.”

“The Cardenas Cartel.”

“They don’t really count.” To the world, they’re a drug cartel, but those who know them understand their job is to limit the flow of drugs and stop other cartels from coming in. I would have tagged them in, but their territory is way down south.

Not to mention, Carlos Cardenas went straight a few years back, leaving a hole that’s yet to be filled in their network.

“Then who did you call?”

My office door opens, and Canyon steps in, followed by Havoc and Rogue, the president and vice president of the Children of Chaos.

“Jacko, my man, nice to see you again. It’s been a while since we rode together.” Havoc is the quintessential biker with tattoos, a beard, and a cut on.

“Too long. I’ve been away on business a lot this year.” Jacko walks over to shake his hand.

“The kind with a brush or a gun?”

Jacko laughs. “A bit of both, but mostly a brush. I’m getting too old to jump out of planes.”

“You need to tell Ethan to leave that to the younger ones.” Havoc and his group are just a few years younger than us.

“They need to learn to shoot straight first.”

Jacko isn’t wrong about that.

Havoc turns to me. “To what do we owe this visit to your office of nightmares?”

I don’t bother shutting the curtains and insulting Havoc. “We’ve lost a kid.”

“Shouldn’t you be calling the cops, not me?”

Like the cops would be successful at finding a street kid who doesn’t want to be found. “They’re on my list to contact.”

Havoc tips his head to the side. “But well after me. Why?”

“Because we heard you’ve been having problems with drug dealers.”

“This kid is a drug dealer, and you want him back on Willow Street?”

Yeah, that sounds stupid. “As far as we know, Jordan hasn’t ever done drugs or sold them. But his older brother does both.” I hand two pictures over to Havoc. “Have you seen either of them?”

“They’re both young.”

You see all too much when you find homes for street kids.

“The older one looks familiar.” Rogue takes the card. “I can’t remember where I saw him, though.”

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