Page 92 of Sapphire's Gem
“Sapphire!” Hayden cried.
“Blood. People in a container. The seaport. Corpses, oh God, so many bodies. Some are still alive. Most are dead. There’re children. They’re weak. Starving.” The words flowed from me as Hayden knelt beside me.
“What’s going on?” he demanded.
“Death. It’s happening now. This is current. They’ve been left to die. Bodies are piled on top of each other. They’ve given up hope.”
“Where? Describe the container,” Hayden asked.
“Blue with rust on the corners. There’s white writing and a white bird on it.”
“Focus on the words, Sapphire. What can you read?” Hayden persisted.
“I can’t see. The container’s at the rear of the dry dock, where the short-stay containers are. Oh God, there’s so much death,” I moaned. Faces kept popping into my head, and I flinched at the lifeless stares, and then the vision faded.
“Are you okay?” Hayden’s concerned face appeared in my line of sight.
“Shit, tell me that didn’t just happen?”
“Stay down; you’re shaky.”
Hayden’s phone rang, and he answered it. “Cassidy, get to the short-term dry docks. Take some uniforms and find a blue container with white writing and a white bird.”
“A red circle surrounds it, enclosed by a green one; I think it was a seagull,” I muttered.
Hayden sent me a look and then repeated the information.
“I’m calling in the club. You’re going to need help to search,” I murmured.
‘Belladonna!’I yelled telepathically, and our bond snapped into place. I sent her the vision, and she gasped.
‘Got them, we’re mobilising,’she replied and cut the connection. I knew she’d put those images into our sister’s heads, and they’d all be riding within minutes.
“The RHMC are rolling out. They’ll need permission, Cassidy. I don’t think Hatton can authorise more officers on an unsubstantiated tip-off,” Hayden was saying.
I glowered at him. “Yeah, they’ll have their cuts. Get them access; we’ll need the searchers. Have bolt cutters with you; these victims are bound to be locked in, and make sure there are two ambos on the scene. I’ll speak to Hatton.”
Hayden cut the call.
“Let’s ride and, Sapphire, this time, break the speed limit. I’ll have Hatton clear us,” he ordered.
“You believe me just like that?” I gasped as I shoved upwards and sat back on my haunches.
“I don’t know what I just witnessed, but that shit wasn’t normal. If this is a mistake, I’ll say it was a bad tip-off. Only Cassidy knows where the information came from,” he stated.
“Will Cassidy—”
“Cassidy won’t say a word. But if this info is a dud, then I want to know what you’re playing at.”
“Wow. I can’t believe you’re so accepting,” I replied a little stunned, as Hayden rose above me.
“Sapphire, deep inside I’m freaking the fuck out. But you claimed some are still alive, and there were children present. No way will I risk a kid’s life. So, let’s ride,” he said and put a hand out to pull me up.
“Okay.”
“And I meant use speed,” he ordered as we headed back to my Lowrider.
Wylde called into Hatton and informed him he’d had a tip-off and was coming in on my bike. Hatton authorised it, and Iroared out moments later. It was a twenty-five-minute drive; I’d make it in half that time.
