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“That’s the one,” Linc said. “That’s our first stop.”
“Darrow, keep working too,” Slade said. “Think. Make calls. Someone had to have seen something. Someone has to know something.”
Linc grabbed two illegal high powered guns and ran.
“Linc, we’ll all leave together, brother,” Monte said.
“No time,” Linc said.
He ran. Through the clubhouse. He whistled for Maggie and she grabbed a set of keys off the back wall and raced after him. She didn’t catch up to him until they were outside.
Linc placed one gun in the passenger seat. The other in the back seat. He climbed into the old pickup truck and Maggie handed him the keys.
“Please save her,” Maggie said. “I really like her a lot, Linc. She makes you happy.”
“Go serve fucking drinks and flash your tits at the old men,” Linc growled.
He started the truck and stomped on the gas pedal.
Just hold on, darling, Linc thought to himself.
I swear I’m going to find you and save you.
Linc drove the dirt road as fast as the truck allowed. He bounced all over the front seat as he gripped the wheel tight. Eyes wide. Eyes not blinking. Half wanting to drive right through the house.
He couldn’t do that. Not if Nova was inside. The brakes on the truck worked as Linc stepped on them hard. The truck skidded and stopped.
Linc grabbed the gun next to him and charged toward the house. Behind him he heard the sounds of engines. Pickup trucks and motorcycles.
Linc ran up to the front door and found it still broken from the last time they were there. The door swung open with ease. He ran through the house, noting that the dining room table was now completely empty. As was the kitchen. And the bedrooms. The bathroom.
Linc tore open every door in the house, hoping to find a basement. There was no basement in this house. The rest of the guys walked around the property, even checking two dilapidated sheds. Priest slammed the door shut so hard on one of the sheds that a corner chunk of the room fell off like a black icicle.
Slade and Deed stood and looked out to the woods. They were thinking the same thing.
What if these ‘shroomed up psychos had other cabins or sheds or something in the woods?
Slade turned his attention to Darrow then. The club wasn’t high tech but it was pretty damn good at getting what it wanted thanks to Darrow. In Slade’s mind he pictured Darrow flying drones over the woods, looking for small structures…
A window shattered and Slade pointed his gun. It was just Linc throwing a dining room table chair through a window. Linc ran through the house and out the front door. Fitz stopped him.
“Easy, brother,” Fitz said. “Where are you going to go next?”
“Get the fuck out of my way,” Linc growled.
He almost pushed Fitz down the steps. Fitz turned and jumped off the porch.
“Wherever you go, I go,” Fitz called out to Linc. “Think about what happened to you, brother. What if this is a setup?”
Linc dug his heels into the dusty gravel and spun around.
“He could be right,” Cyrus said as he walked out onto the porch. “I don’t think the fucking crazies here did anything to Nova.”
“That doesn’t help!” Linc roared. “I’m not going to sit back and wait either. I’ll kick down every fucking door in this county!”
A horn started to beep. Linc looked back and saw Darrow waving his phone out the window. Linc jumped into his pickup truck, started it, and cut the wheel. He came within inches of taking out Fitz, who reached and grabbed a rock and threw it at the truck, hitting the back window but not breaking it.
For Linc, he had a one track mind. He would burn the world down to get to Nova. He’d kill everyone in the club. He’d give up his leather cut. He’d sell his soul straight to the devil. A dust cloud blanketed behind the truck as Linc sped up to Darrow.
