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I shrugged, hoping I knew enough to help him out.
“I have some skills. I’m not saying I’m great at it, and I’m not saying I specifically know how to use whatever his setup is, but I can try.”
Reacher grabbed me and dragged me into a hug, and I felt tension draining from him as he held me.
“You’re a fucking lifesaver, woman.”
Wow. They were that afraid for their missing brother? I was still learning how their club worked, and their bonds with each other, but it really did seem to be a family, albeit one that argued half the time, and solved those disputes with fists.
Reacher led me to Ice’s room, my feet not quite as steady as they should have been.
“I should warn you… I’m a little tipsy.” I almost giggled after that statement, but I’m not a teenage girl, so I managed to avoid it. Barely.
“Jesus Christ.”
Ice’s room was a mess, and it spoke of a man who didn’t give a crap about his life. There were dirty clothes left everywhere, and dirty dishes piled in the sink, and on the kitchen counters. There was a large table set up, dominating the room, with multiple screens, laptops, and other equipment, and there were coffee mugs dotted amongst them in varying states of hideousness. One had actual mould in it and I gagged, and pointed.
“I can’t sit next to that. Ugh.”
Reacher cursed, pulling his phone out, and dialling someone. A few moments after his barked conversation, several prospects turned up, stared at the mess, and groaned.
“What the hell, Pres?”
Reacher pointed to the coffee mugs and mess at the tech area.
“Start here. You have five minutes to make it user friendly. After that, do the kitchen. And Jesus… check the bathroom. I want this place spotless.”
I stared at him with something akin to horror.
“Ice really lives like this?”
He rubbed at his eyebrow, where those dark studs were.
“No, not normally. Something’s wrong. He’s better than this.He was. Fuck’s sake.”
Stitch appeared then, flanked by Ryder.
“Pres, how long has he been gone?” Ryder asked, casting his eye over the place, as the prospects tried to smarten it up.
Stitch was the one to answer.
“At least overnight.”
It didn’t sound so bad to me, except for what Reacher said next.
“I’ve never known him to stay away.”
The tech area was finally clear, so I sat down, and started checking the systems, to see what setup Ice had. Hell. I didn’t understand much of it, but I saw two things straight away. Firstly, I could see what software he used to track phones, so I knew I could use that. The other thing was more unnerving though.
“Uh… Reacher?”
He came over, crouching beside me.
“What the fuck is that?”
It was a page. A single typed page, and it wasterrifying.
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