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“Yes. But she’s been showing up here every day since Friday.” Mouth said. “Beast wants to know what to tell her. Are you two an item?”
“Item? Mouth, if I was seeing someone you would have known.”
“Okay.” Mouth’s voice dipped to a hoarse whisper. “Listen, are you in some kind of trouble? You know we got your back.”
“I’m not in any trouble—and I don’t know an Anke Fischer.”
“So…”
Pitbull sighed and turned to see Tex and Mozart staring at him. “Hang on guys. Let me talk to her.”
There was a shuffle on the other end of the phone before a female’s voice came over the line.
“Ms. Fischer,” Pitbull said.
“Is this Daniel Hunt?” she asked.
“You’ve been trying to get my attention. You’ve got it. What can I do for you?”
“Um—your sister.”
Pitbull swallowed the lump in his throat and closed his eyes. “My sister and I haven’t spoken in over ten years. If you were dumb enough to have lent her money, Ms. Fischer, I cannot help you.”
“What do—she doesn’t owe me any money. I’m a friend of hers.”
“Claudia has friends? Right. Okay, look. If this is her way of asking me for something…”
“Would you calm the hell down and listen?” Anke snapped.
Pitbull growled. He was tempted to hang up on her but a curious part of him remained on the line. He held his breath and prepared for the punch to come.
“She’s missing.” Anke continued. “They found a car in Metro Valley burnt out and I think it’s hers.”
“Have you told the police in your area?”
“Yes.”
Pitbull rubbed his eyes. “Then, Ms. Fischer. I’m unsure of what you want from me. I don’t need to be present for them to do their jobs.”
“But.” She stressed the word as if trying to hold on to her patience. “They refuse to tell me anything and they won’t go back and check it out. I’ve tried the three stations around my area plus a few others and nothing. There is no one else to care. I came to you because you’re her brother and should want to help find her.”
“I don’t know why you believe I would.”
“Well, call me sentimental but because she’s your sister. And we can’t find her?”
“Ms. Fischer—is it?” Pitbull walked away from the others and lowered his voice. “Whatever my sister has gotten herself into, speaking from experience, you don’t want a part of. Trust me. It never ends well for anyone. As a matter of fact, it ends worse for those who tries to help.”
“I think she might be in trouble.”
“Now, there’s something we can both agree on.”
“Mr. Hunt you have to—”
“No.” Pitbull said bitterly. “I don’thaveto do anything. Whether she’s alive or dead is on her.”
“Mr—”
“I’m through with cleaning up my sister’s messes.” Pitbull told her. “I’ve spent most of my life protecting her and was always burnt for it. She got herself into this disaster and she’s going to have to get herself out.”
