Page 97 of Has-Been
“Whatever. Can we go and get this police thing done, so I can get back to my room? I feel safer there right now.”
My lady had spoken, so yeah, we got the fuck out of there, with Stitch following the van we were in, on his bike. He looked like he was in fucking heaven being back on his ride, and I completely understood, after not being able to ride for a few days after my accident. As bikers, being on our fucking bikes, out there on the road, well, it was what we were fucking made for.
The visit with the police was pretty short, once they realised that Elise hadn’t seen much and couldn’t tell them much. They were still pissy about losing access to any ‘trace evidence’, but that was before we handed them the few items of clothing Elise had worn. Obviously what that bastard had left in her hair was gone, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t something on her clothes for them to find.
We were on our way back home within the hour, and made it back without incident. Well, until we reached the clubhouse, anyway.
“I’m saying that it’s all fucking gone!”
Ice was at the doorway of Reacher’s office, and he was losing his shit.
“It can’t be, how the fuck is that even possible?”
Tesio appeared from the stairs and rushed past us to join them.
“Everything was wiped, Pres, there’s not a fucking scrap of data left.”
Reacher threw something big, and it hit the wall hard. Stitch shoved past us and ran in that direction, barking at us to get to our room and lock ourselves in.
“It sounds bad, right?”
“Itisbad. Look at my palms, man.” We both turned to see a morose Micro standing there, holding up his hands. They were peeling, almost like if he had a bad sunburn, but on his palms like he said.
“Ouch. No jerking off for a while then, eh?” He cursed me, and leaned around us to see what was going on, just as Reacher’s door slammed closed on the argument.
“Sounds like the shit hitting the fan again. Does it ever fucking stop?”
Elise moved toward the stairs, and we both watched her as I answered Micro.
“I have no fucking idea. We just got back though, so yeah, we’re out of the loop.”
“Been anywhere nice?”
Elise made a huffy sound and started walking up the stairs, so I started heading after her.
“Police, dickhead. Not exactly a social call, right?”
“Police?”
I rolled my eyes, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.
“They wanted to question Elise about her kidnapping, remember? She had to give a description and that.”
Micro frowned. “She get a good look at the guy? Needs his ass kicking, if you ask me.”
“No, except for ink on his dick, but, Jesus. Forget I said anything, this is all useless anyway.”
Micro had winced at my words, covering his junk with his injured hands.
“What kind of psycho lets a needle near his dick?”
What kind indeed. I walked away from him, because Elise was already out of sight, and it felt so wrong that I had to find her, and preferably handcuff her to me, so she couldn’t get away again.
She was at her door, unlocking it, with a grim look on her face.
“Babe?”
She let herself inside, and stood in the middle of the room, with her arms around herself.
