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“Why are you leaving now?” I asked.
“They found the guy I killed just after we left to come here. They know it was me. This asshole,” he pointed to the man he’d killed, “was supposed to bring me back to base.”
“What were you all doing here?” Scythe asked.
“Just because they kidnapped these kids doesn’t mean this crew isn’t still fucking around with drugs,” he said with a smirk. “We were here to get a shipment.”
“Is Jared at your base?” Riggs asked, getting back to more important matters.
“Yeah.”
“You going to tell us where it is?” he growled.
“I haven’t been there. No one except the boss and a couple of the higher up guys in the crew knows where it’s at. Everyone else stays at the place they had the kids the first couple nights. I convinced them to sell off the girl and that I’d watch her at the warehouse until the buyers came. That was supposed to happen yesterday. I told them they took her.”
“And they didn’t kick up a fuss when they left without her?” I asked. Riggs looked like he wanted to murder everything in sight. I couldn’t blame him. That was his daughter we were talking about.
“Didn’t get the chance before I killed them, too.” He wore no expression on his face. Murder didn’t bother him. But he had a code of ethics because this was a lot of trouble to go through for kids he didn’t know.
“Thanks,” Riggs said, his voice rough with emotion.
Forge shrugged. “No one ever said anything about kids,” he echoed. His gaze bounced between the three of us and he let outa heavy sigh. “I may have done some digging. Narrowed down base to two different spots.”
That caught our attention. “You willing to share?”
“Yeah, what the hell? Not like I’m going back to work for them. And they were going to kill me. All for a piece of shit like Kenneth. They like to use outbuildings like this. There’s one out off Crasen’s Creek-”
“Hagen’s place,” I said with a nod. “I know it.”
“That’s my best guess,” he said. “But the other could be it, too. Other end of town. Big blue monstrosity of a barn.”
“We know that place, too,” Scythe replied.
Some commercial company had bought it from the owner years ago, then decided haying and cattle wasn’t their thing and pretty much abandoned it. Not before they’d painted that barn blue and stamped their logo on it.
Forge crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s all I got. I hope you find your kid,” he said, looking over at Riggs.
“Thanks. We will.”
“Am I free to go?”
Nothing seemed to shake this guy. I fucking liked him for some strange reason. No, I knew why. He reminded me a bit of Scythe.
I looked over at my VP. If I was senior here I would let Forge go, but with Scythe present it was up to him.
“Go,” Scythe growled. “Don’t let us find you working with these fuckers again.”
“I’m heading back to Cheyenne,” Forge said as he backed toward the door. “You won’t see me again.” He stepped out the door and disappeared around the building. Despite his claim something told me he’d be back through Sentinel.
Scythe keyed the radio mic clipped to his cut. “Kid’s not here, but we have intel on his whereabouts."
As soon as he let go of the button Cypher was responding. “Everyone meet outside.”
There was no more gunfire, so if the others had run into any trouble they’d taken care of it the same way we had. We met with everyone outside and Scythe relayed to the group what had happened.
“Demo, Jury, and Pyre. Stay here and clean up the bodies,” Cypher ordered. “The rest of us will head back to the clubhouse and make a plan for hitting these spots.”
“I can stay and help them,” an accented voice said from my left.
