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“We’ll quiz the boys when they get back, find out where you all were at, and what the fuck happened. Guessing you left with whoever the fuck did this, so it should be pretty easy to figure out from there.”
I shrugged, and didn’t that just pull on those fucking scratches on my chest, and remind me of her touch.
“Not sure any of this is gonna be easy, but yeah, I want to know. I need to. Jesus.” I ran my hand through my damp hair. “This is so fucking humiliating.”
Reacher cleared his throat. “Well, uh… an attack is an attack, whatever form it took. Nobody else has to know details, but we’ll avenge you, brother. You know that.”
“I need to be involved. I can’t sit and wait for someone to tell me; I need to be in this.”
He was nodding. “I hear ya. As soon as Ice calls, we’re going to see what we have on the cameras. We’ll go from there.”
Stitch pulled his phone from his pocket, smirking as it buzzed once.
“Couldn’t have timed that any better.Ice has something.”
I grabbed a black, long-sleeved shirt and shrugged it on, before I layered my leather cut over it. Covering up felt better right now. More secure.And I feel like a fucking pussy, for even thinking it.
We joined Ice inhis room, which looked more like a tech lab, with screens and all kinds of shit set up over one half of the small space. He nodded at me in greeting.
“You good, brother?”
I shrugged, trying to act like I normally did, because I felt weak enough already.
“Depends on what you found.”
He moved back over to his screens.
“It’s a start, at least. So, about an hour before the guys found you outside, a car dropped you off. Now the gates should have been closed, but they clearly weren’t blocked from entering the compound, so we need to talk to the prospects about that. It appears that we weren’t secured, because they should have stopped the damn car.”
“Fuckers,” Reacher cursed. “We’ll deal with them after.”
Ice pointed to a screen. “Car comes in at 5.45am, pulls up at the side of the clubhouse, and this person drags Ryder from the passenger side, and drops him on the ground. He’s clearly fucking unconscious.”
I leaned closer, watching as he ran it.
“Run it again.” He did. “Again.” He did.
I groaned. “Again.”
“That’s enough. You can’t see any more than that,” my President pretty much commanded.
“It was a woman, right? I mean, you saw that?”
“They were slight, and covered up well, but the build looked feminine,” Ice said, watching me closely.
“Thank fuck for that.” As much as it bothered me that a woman might have forced herself on me, I was glad it wasn’t some dude dropping me off. Because then I’d have to consider what else might have happened, while I was doped up and vulnerable.
“You manage to get a number plate?” Stitch asked Ice, who was messing around on another screen with a still image.
“Working on it. If I can tidy it up, the chances are I’ll end up with a few possibilities, what with some digits looking too close to call, but it’ll narrow options down at least.”
“Stitch, chase up Torch and Has-Been. They’re taking way too fucking long to get back here,” Reacher barked, and Stitch nodded, dialling a number as he strolled across the room.
“What now?” I asked, wanting someone to have a damn answer.
“Now we wait. We need intel from those two fucking dicks, when they bother to get their asses home, and Ice needs time to clean up that footage, and run searches. Ice, you come to me or Stitch, the second you have anything,” he muttered, staring at me, as if to say, don’t try to take over.You’ll do as you’re told. I got the message loud and clear.
“Of course, Pres. Uh… Jacko mentioned a blonde at the bar?”
