Page 27 of Freeing Hawk
Carl looked terrified. “I really don’t know. My only job in this whole thing was to try getting Kingston to drop the case.”
“What case?” I asked. “King wasn’t working on anything.”
“Not a police case.” Carl explained. “He was trying to find a kid. My boss wanted him to back off. After I met with him, they sent me off to Mexico.”
“Who’s your boss?”
“He’ll kill me.”
“At least with him, they’ll eventually find your body.” I told him.
He took a breath, looked over at Eris then back at me. By this point, Carl was shaking. The fear in him was real but I didn’t care. My only mission was to find Kingston alive so I could bring him home to his family.
“Our job is to run cargo from Mexico to the US.” Carl confessed. “I’m one of the drivers. I don’t get involved in anything else.”
“This missing kid.” Eris interrupted. “Tell me about him.”
“I don’t know much.” Carl told us. “They grabbed him in Tulsa when he went on a school trip. He’s the son of some big shot lawyer in Texas. They took him and called in for a ransom. The father refused. He said he didn’t negotiate with terrorist.”
“But that’s is son!” I snapped.
“He doesn’t care.” Carl replied. “He’s one of thoseI’m an American,types of assholes. They didn’t know that when they grabbed Keegan. The father doesn’t care and the mother—well, she’s halfway to the moon all the time.”
I walked away for a moment to pace one way then the next. How did Kingston get involved with drug running from Mexico? Where did that even come in?
The air threatened to choke me. All this information was digging at me. My brain worked overtime.
“Hawk, apparently we have incoming.” Eris told me.
“What do you mean?”
“The other guy is heading this way. Ghoul is following.”
Eris and I spoke telepathically it seemed. She moved over to Carl while I approached the only entrance to the space. Just as the door opened Carl began screaming to warn the man entering. I wanted to punch him in the throat, but Eris did this move with her legs that had Carl on his back with a couple of quick fists to his chest. Carl sputtered and choked while I reached out and grabbed his accomplice by the throat. Using his momentum, I flipped him to his back.
Ghoul stepped through the door right after. “You and I are going to have a conversation about these moves.”
I smirked at him. “Who the fuck are you?”
He struggled, got free and took off running. “Ghoul, stay with her and him.”
The chase carried us through the crowd, along a corridor and across to the other event space with cars and motorcycles. The man tried jumping from the roof of a truck to a rail above it. There was no where else to go.
He missed the rail and fell to his death in the corridor below. People were screaming, my heart was racing and all I could do was look over at his mangled body below. “This some bullshit.”
It took an eternity to get the scene cleaned up. Ghoul took his lady, Patrick and Camille home. Angel stayed by my side while Nikau tried to calm people and reel things in. By the time the scene was cleared, all I wanted to do was leave so I could stretch out my back.
“You okay?” Angel asked. “I know you’re mad at me. But right now, let me help. Then I’ll take you back to Ghoul’s and you can ignore me all you want.”
“I still have to deal with Carl.” I stalked away and entered the space where Carl was still cuffed to a chair.
“Where’s Christopher?” Carl asked.
“Dead.” I freed him and drew him to his feet.
“Take me to where the cargo is.”
He didn’t argue. Instead, Carl led us into a back room they were using as their dressing room. In a large box under the desk, we found cocaine. I didn’t have to open it to know what it held. “All right,” I told him. “I’ll call a connection I have.” Angel offered.
