Page 7 of Property of Bull
I lean back until I hear the wood of the chair groan and I consider my next question. It’s not often that our Washington chapter drops a package by, and it’s never with us more than a day, two tops. The weather would have delayed Ohio from picking it up, which tells me that whoever decided to make off with the goods, had seen it dropped off before the storm and already knew the code to the room and safe within.
“Who was Alli hooking up with lately?” I ask them.
My brothers, I trust. But two of them get a bit careless when they’re high.
“I mean, I’ve been with her a bit,” Thunder sputters out, drawing a giggle from Bella.
“Sorry, that’s Sally you’ve been hooking up with. She’s been all fired up that you never remember her name.” She holds her hands up while explaining what she found amusing in this situation. “Alli has the Kool-Aid red hair, Sally’s got pink streaksin her blond hair. Alli’s been real friendly to Pavement lately, which is weird considering the shit she used to talk about him.”
“Tomato, to-mah-to,” Thunder answers with a shrug before looking at me. “You want me to round up Pavement?”
“Yeah, text him. Don’t tip him off anything’s wrong,” I say with a nod, pausing for a moment. “Go over and talk to Jade, see if she heard any relevant gossip.”
Heading back to my office without another word, I know it’s better that I call Lyric and let him know we have an issue, rather than pussyfoot around.
“Been a while,” he says, answering the phone. “When you gonna get back out my way?”
“Washington’s looking better and better with all this fucking snow we’re getting,” I reply, knowing that I’m overdue for a trip west.
“Yeah, Whiz said he hauled ass to avoid it. Didn’t want you thinking he was being disrespectful by leaving before he saw you.”
“We’ve had an issue on this end. I’m on it, but I’m good for it either way,” I tell him and wait out the silence on the other end.
“Need help?”
“Don’t have enough information yet.” My head shoots around when Frost, my VP, enters my office.
“We’re heading out. They’ve got about four hours on us, but Rage has our friendly men-in-blue keeping an eye out.”
“Prez,” Thunder’s voice crackles over the radio.
“I’ll call you back in a few,” I tell Lyric, before picking up the mic on the CB.
“Go.”
My dad calls me Go-Go.I shake my head when the old memory pops up and wonder if I’m losing it when I clearly picture the eyes of the little girl that looked up at me with a combination of fear and curiosity.
“Jade borrowed Alli’s SUV the other day, bringing her mutt to the vet,” he says, cutting right to the chase. “She left the harness in the backseat and there’s some kind of tracking device on it. She’s got the app downloading to my phone now and will log me into her account.”
It irks me more than a little that with the amount of time we spend making sure we aren’t being traced, Jade’s dog’s tracker might help us get the oxy back.
“Frost …”
“On it,” he acknowledges me with a wave of his hand and a moment later, I see him outside with Thunder.
We caught a break. Will update you in the morning.I shoot a text to Lyric, not wanting to be overly optimistic.
“Prez, I think we have a problem,” Rage announces, walking into my office.
I came in here imagining that I’d be the one doing the fucking today, but it feels like I’ve been bent over since I got here. “What now?”
“I reached out to Kent County,” he tells me. “But it wasn’t Mills that answered, and whoever it was—well, he wasn’t very friendly.”
“Didn’t you see him…”
“Last month, as usual. He was reelected last spring, and I’m not finding anything online. I’m thinking I should take a ride to see what’s happening.”
“Let’s just get this shit under control first.”
