Page 111 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“Anything?” Crash asks from where he squats on the floor.

“Nobody heard or saw anything, and they’re all broke college kids so they don’t have security cameras,” Wolf replies.

Crash doesn’t say anything but goes back to picking up shit strewn about the floor. His hand pauses over a piece of mail, and I glance his way. He’s looking at a blood spot on the floor, and his jaw clenches.

Wolf notices, too. “Brother, it’s probably just a nick. Doesn’t seem to be much of any there.”

Crash nods, but his eyes flick back to it several times.

I drop my gaze from him, and slide my arm chair into its spot. The corner of a blue credit card sticking from beneath it catches my eye. I slide it out and flip it over, reading the name. I hold it up. “I think I found something.”

Crash pulls it from my hand. “Jasper Watson. Any of you know that name?”

Heads shake all around.

“Wolf, figure out everything you can about this guy.” Cole pulls the card from Crash’s hand and passes it to Wolf.

“On it.” He moves through the door.

We finish up, not finding anything else. There’s a lump in my throat. I can’t imagine what the girls are going through right now, but I’m happy we found at least one clue to follow.

Crash sits at my kitchen table and puts his head in his hands. “I’m going to have to tell her.” His eyes meet Cole’s. “What am I going to say?”

Our president squeezes his VP’s arm. “Let’s see what Wolf discovers. You know he can work wonders. Once we know who this guy is, then you tell her. Because come hell or high water, we’ll get your daughter back. I promise you, brother.”

Crash nods silently.

Cole’s gaze snaps to Red Dog. “Call everyone to church. We need to fill them in on what the hell’s going on.”

"On it." Red Dog sends a group text.

Cole slides his phone from his pocket. “Wolf? I just called church, but you keep working on that name. Yeah, okay. Call me as soon as you find something out.” He slides his phone into his pocket. “Let’s roll.”

Red Dog and Crash leave first. I wait for Cole to exit so I can lock up. As he passes me, he stops and puts his hand on my shoulder just like he did to Crash.

“How are you holding up? I know Brandy is important to you.” There’s genuine concern in his eyes.

I clear my throat, trying to get the knot out that’s been choking me since the club showed up. “I just want to find them.”

His hand squeezes my shoulder. “We all do.”

I stare at his back as he walks out the door. Then I suck in a long breath and follow.

***

The room in the clubhouse is crowded with members gathered around the big table for Church, and once again, we prospects have been brought in. We must be setting some kind of record.

I haven’t had a chance to talk to anyone, but I see TJ and Billy glance my way. I imagine my face is reflecting the turmoil I feel. My stomach is in knots, and I feel somehow responsible. The guilt is eating me alive.

Cole slams the gavel and silence falls over the room.

“We have a serious problem. Marcus had his place ransacked.”

Several eyes flick my way.

“The girls were there when it happened.”

Billy leans forward in his chair, gripping his hands together. I can see the whites of his knuckles and imagine he must be thinking Melissa was there, too. I’m sure he wants to blurt out the question but holds back. It’s not his place here to talk unless spoken to.

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