Page 39 of Hit and Run
“I’ll be there in fifteen,” he says and we hang up. I call Sketch next.
“What’s up, brother?” Sketch says.
“I need you to keep an eye on Wren,” I tell him. She’s gaping at me.
“Shade, I don’t need anyone keeping an eye on me,” she snaps at me. I shoot her a glare and she shuts up.
“I’ll update you as soon as I find out what’s going on,” I tell Sketch.
“You got it. Shoot me the address and I’ll be there.” We hang up and I text him Zack’s address.
“You know Zack will keep me safe,” Wren tells me.
“Yeah, well, for my peace of mind, Sketch is gonna come keep an eye on you too,” I tell her. She looks to her feet. “Wren, you don’t have to talk to him. He’ll stay outside.”
“You really care about her, don’t you,” she asks me.
“What do you mean?”
“Sienna. I’ve never seen you like this over a woman,” she explains. “She’s not just some fling for you.”
“No, she’s not,” I admit to her. “Are you okay with that?”
“I didn’t want to find out the way I did, but yeah. I am okay with it,” she tells me, looking into my eyes.
“Neither of us wanted you to find out that way either. We both have been beating ourselves up about it, but wanted to give you whatever space you needed,” I tell her.
“Go find her. We’ll talk later,” she replies, shooing me to my car. I give her a quick hug.
“If you need anything, let Sketch know,” I tell her before I jump into my car and take off.
I pull up to the clubhouse and park next to Buster’s car. He’s sitting at one of the picnic tables outside.
“What’s goin’ on,” Buster asks as I walk up to them. I explain everything to him in record time.
“Fuck, man. Let’s go talk to Tech. I’m sure he can trace her phone,” he tells me. We head inside, going right to Tech’s room. I knock three times. There’s a muffled female voice. I look to Buster, who’s looking at me grinning. Tech has a lady in his room in the middle of the day. That’s not normal for him. He finally cracks his door open.
“Now ain’t a good time, fellas,” Tech informs us.
“I need you to track Sienna’s phone,” I tell him and explain what happened to him.
“Fuck. Give me a minute.” He closes the door. A couple of minutes later, the door flies open and a cut bunny shoves past Buster and I. Buster chuckles and I shake my head.
“Come on in,” Tech tells us. He sits at his desk and types away at his computer. “So she told you she was meeting Wren at the mall?”
“Yeah. Wren found out we slept together and hadn’t spoken to us in a couple of weeks,” I say to him. “We both thought this was Wren finally reaching out to talk things out.”
“But Wren doesn’t even have her phone,” he states.
“No, she doesn’t,” I confirm. He types some more.
“When I ping either of their phones’ locations, it shows them both at the mall,” Tech tells me. “Best bet is for you to go check out the mall and I’ll hack their security cameras.”
“Yeah, alright. Call me if you find anything,” I tell him. Buster and I head back out to the main room. I stop at the bar and glance around the room.
“Rascal, Hollywood, come here,” I call out to them.
“What’s up,” Rascal asks as he walks up to us.
