Page 42 of A Wrench in the Plan
“You okay?” Iron asked.
“No,” I told him truthfully. The world was spinning and I felt like I was about to vomit.
“Sorry you had to find out like this.”
“How would I even… how could I know for sure? He’s…”
Iron took in a deep breath and then let it out slowly.
“If he is your dad, then that would make Abigail your aunt.”
And that was like another punch to the gut.
I had an aunt. One that I’d seen nearly every day. One that made a lot of the food I ate while I was here.
“I don’t know what to do with this information,” I said.
“No one’s asking you to do anything about it now. Take some time. I’ll keep it to myself.”
“I can’t ask you to do that,” I said, looking at him. That wasn’t right, and I damn well knew it.
“Nah, it’s the right thing to do. I don’t think you got any ill will toward the club, so I’m not worried about it. But I do think you should talk to Abigail… when you’re ready. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but if it’s not, you have the chance to learn about the good man your father was.”
My mind went hazy.
Could it really be?
I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I also didn’t think I had the head space to deal with it right now.
My focus needed to stay on finding Cat and Chry.
“We’ll get them back,” Iron said like he could read the shift happening inside of me. His hand landed heavy and warm on my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I whispered. The urge to tear up was hard to push away. I needed to cry. And rage. And… fuck, I just needed to get them back. I could break after that happened. But until then, I had to hold it together.
The front door opened with such force it grabbed everyone’s attention. Sparrow came running through the room, headed for the stairs in the back. Sidekick and Mouse were hot on her tail. She locked eyes with me, and I knew. I fucking knew. She had something. I fell in line quickly, not even noticing that I had a line behind me too. The sound of our thundering boots marching up the stairs was nearly enough to drown out the panic in my head.
“Agent Palmer just sent me this,” Sparrow said to Cable, who was still working hard. LT, Grass, B-ry, and a few other brothers were sitting in the room. She slid her phone across the table. Cable slapped his hand down on it right before it collided with the side of his computer. “I didn’t open it yet.”
Cable tapped the screen, which was already lit up on what looked like a text message. His eyes squinted as he studied whatever was there.
“It’s a link for a tracker. The target is moving,” Cable said. He touched the screen a few more times. “It’s two hours away, headed relatively in this direction.”
The phone vibrated in his hand. Cable handed the phone back over Row as he typed something into his computer.
Sparrow rolled her eyes, then answered the call, putting it on speaker.
“What is this?” Sparrow said right away.
“I’m assuming that the agents tailing Ted Buckford were able to put a tracker on one of the vehicles before…” Agent Palmer sighed heavily. “We just found those two agents dead near an abandoned building. They must have been made. The building shows signs that someone was there recently. We found rope like two people were tied up.” The words were heavy. “The agents are dead, so I can’t tell you for sure if it’s your brother, but my gut is saying it is.”
“I’m sorry about your agents,” Sparrow said, sounding genuine.
A long pause left the room eerily silent.
When he started speaking again, it was obvious that he’d cleared his emotions.
“I’m the one that found the tracking info. I’ll hide it as long as I can, but I can’t say how much time you’ll have.” The line went silent again. “If I catch any of you there, I’ll have to take you in.”
