I cracked my neck, clenching my teeth. “Does it have something to do with the Black Knights? Have you connected Cory to them?”
Ted knew about what Cory had done to me. He’d asked me why I hadn’t called the cops that night. I had a couple of reasons. I’d been too afraid of going back to my foster parents, which would’ve happened since the cops were mandated to return runaways to their foster families. Even Ted had confirmed that. If I hadn’t been put back in the foster home I’d run from, then I would’ve been sent to another one, and I couldn’t, nor wouldn’t, go back into the foster system. I’d also been frightened out of my mind that if I ratted out Cory, he would find me and kill me.
Despite that, Ted knew I wanted revenge. He also knew what Misty had relayed to me about Cory and the Black Knights.
Silence reigned over the line.
“Ted?” I snapped like a rabid dog. “Where?”
“Go home and get some rest. We’ll talk in the morning.” He hung up.
I snarled loudly.
I punched in Rick’s number on my desk phone. Rick worked for Ted, and on one or two occasions, he had given me a small opening behind Ted’s back. I didn’t know if he felt sorry for me or wanted to get in my pants. His line rang three times before he picked up. “I can’t talk, Maggie.”
“Come on, Rick. Ted won’t share.”
“Sorry, Mags, Ted’s orders.”
I liked Rick and didn’t want to put his job in jeopardy.
The scanner lit up with chatter, blaring in the empty room. “We got possible gang activity at Bleven and Third.”
Bingo!I hung up faster than the speed of light and tore out of the building.