“Let’s go,” Daytona orders.
“Let me do the honors,” I say and swipe the keycard, dropping to a knee and pulling my gun. We all rush in. Trick checks the john, but he’s not in there.
“Goddamn it,” I hiss. Glancing around, there’s not a trace of the son-of-a-bitch. This is the third time we’ve closed in on him only to have him get away. “We’re always one step behind this motherfucker.”
Daytona claps a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll find him. Don’t worry.”
“It’s been five months, prez.”
“Maybe we need to stake out his mother’s place. We could try bugging it. Maybe we’d find out something.”
I nod because I’m out of ideas.
“If that doesn’t work, we could take his mother.” Trick crosses his arms, and I know he’s dead serious.
“Maybe we should have done that to begin with,” Lobo replies.
“Let’s not get into the abduction business just yet. But I like the idea of bugging her place.”
“Think the kid gave us the wrong room number?” Trick asks.
“I don’t think so. I didn’t see his car in the lot,” I reply, dragging a frustrated hand through my hair. How many times will this asshole slip through our fingers? Maybe I need to start hunting him on my own.
“Let’s roll out,” Daytona orders.
We head to our bikes, where a prospect is standing watch. Mounting up, we roar onto the street for the forty-minute ride to our clubhouse. I think about stopping off at the house where my sister and mother have been staying, but decide it’s too late for a visit.
They’ve been happy staying at the house Trick found them.
When we finally get to our clubhouse in the foothills of the Spring Mountains, I’m exhausted. Climbing from my bike, I stretch, my spine popping. The rest of the guys troop inside, but my phone rings, and I stay outside to take the call.
A full moon hangs over the desert and mountains in the distance.
“Yeah?”
“It’s Reckless. We need to talk.”
I immediately go on full alert. He sounds pissed. “What’s wrong?”
“You neglected to tell me about killing Donnie Ray’s brother.”
My eyes slide closed, and I know there’s only one place he could have found that out. Her name has whispered through my brain a million times since I left San Jose.
“Fiona.”
“Yeah. She told me everything. How she shot him. How you buried him at the cabin. What the fuck, Shine?”
“I thought she’d keep her mouth shut. Guess I was wrong.”
“I dragged it out of her. This isn’t on her. You’re my fucking brother. Why didn’tyoutell me?”
“I didn’t want to get into the fact that I left a dead body buried at that cabin your chapter was nice enough to let me use. I know I should have gone straight to Cole, but it’s a fucking mess. I was hoping to get rid of Donnie Ray before I came clean with the whole story. He’s still a loose end.”
“You haven’t been able to track him down?”
“We had a tip and followed up on it tonight. He was checked into a motel in Henderson, but when we got there, he was gone. It’s like he knows our movements or some shit. It’s fucking pissing me off.”
“So, what’s your plan?”