Page 10 of Knot a Tie
I swerve and mount the curb. “Watch that back end,” I grit out to William in the back.
Executing a turn in the road, which takes more than three points, we narrowly avoid a black Audi shooting past us the other way.
“Jesus!” I exclaim. “Slow the fuck down, arsehole.”
“No, wait!” Spencer says, fucking me off wholly and undeniably. “That’s the car that pulled up behind her.”
“And?”
He looks over his shoulder, chewing his lip. “I don’t know.”
I roll my eyes and when we arrive back at the Merc, there is no one there. Pulling up in front of it, I get out and examine the slashed tyre.
“That plank of wood in the road.” I click my fingers to Spencer and gesticulate further away.
He runs off to get it and returns with it in his hand. “Nails.”
“Deliberate?”
“I’m guessing. They took her.”
“Fuck!” I roar and kick the deflated tyre, causing it to release more air. “Why? What do they want with her?”
“Let’s go and find out,” Spencer says, chucking the wood onto the pavement and climbing back in the car impatiently.
“This is…”
I don’t even bother finishing the sentence, because it’s pointless. There are no words to describe how ridiculous this is. Pausing to glare at the car door, I try it and it opens. I lean in and inhale deeply.
Blueberry muffins.
Straightening up, I slam the door and stalk back to the car, revving the engine and skidding around, now not caring if I hit an oncoming car or send us into the wall of the old mill in the process.
“Was I right?” Spencer asks, after I gun it down the road in pursuit of the Audi.
“Yep.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Pretty, brown hair,” Cameron pipes up from the back.
“You saw her?”
I see him nod in the rearview mirror. “I approve.”
“So glad you do,” I mutter. “Will?”
He grunts, but it’s less aggressive than usual. I’ll take it as a ‘yes’.
“So you see why we’ve put you through the wringer with the last rut?”
“Pretty, pretty girl,” Cam sings, bouncing up and down. “Where is she? Let’s find her and take her home.”
“Well, that’s the plan,” I point out unnecessarily. “Spence?”
He is sitting forward in his seat, eyes darting all over, even though there is only one way and that’s forward. “They’ve got a head start. Put your foot down, will you?”
I’m already doing fifty, but slam my foot down, gripping the steering wheel as we fly around the tight bends on this unfamiliar road.
