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Linc spun the back tires on the pickup truck and he pulled back onto the road. He knew something for sure. Death lingered in the air.
He refused to believe for a second it could be Nova’s.
It was a normal house on a normal street. They gathered at the nearest corner. A bunch of bikers. Nothing out of the ordinary here.
“This is what they do now,” Darrow said. “They find houses for sale and use them. Knock the sign down, get inside, and do whatever. Use. Sleep. It’s crazy.”
“She’s in that fucking house right now,” Linc said.
“How do we approach?” Fitz asked. “This entire town smells. I don’t think we need a plan.”
“To keep Nova alive, we do,” Cyrus said as he stood tall and proud, hands balled into fists.
“I’m not waiting,” Muffin said. “Time to end this.”
The gigantic chef started to walk. Cyrus was about to yell but Linc waved him off.
“I don’t like it,” Slade said. “This feels like a trap. Where did you get the info again, Darrow?”
“It’s a buddy of mine who got clean,” Darrow said. “He owes me favors. He’s got street contacts. The guy who took Nova? His name is Marcus. Total scum. Running gigs for money. Trying to keep himself alive.”
“Points back to SS13?” Fitz asked.
“Not sure about that,” Darrow said.
“Let’s move,” Cyrus said. “We need to find Nova. And then we keep this Marcus prick alive. Got that? Alive. I want him back at the clubhouse, chained up in a garage, and we get everything out of him.”
“My pleasure, Prez,” Priest said.
Linc and Muffin jogged down the sidewalk toward the house. Linc pointed to the neighbor’s yard and that’s where they made entry. Avoiding the front porch, avoiding being seen. Or at least trying their best.
“I can fake something, brother,” Muffin offered. “Knock on the door and say I’m there to see the house. Act like a realtor.”
Linc saw something at the side of the house. It was a small window. Slightly overgrown with grass and weeds.
The house has a basement.
She’s in the basement.
Linc ran that way. Muffin behind him. Linc pulled at a crooked, metal latch and the window popped right open.
“I’m not fitting through that thing,” Muffin said. “How the fuck are you?”
Linc fell to the belly and stuck his head through the window.
The basement smelled like wet mold.
He listened carefully. He heard nothing.
“Nova?” Linc asked in a low voice. “Nova? It’s me, darling. I’m here. We’re here. Can you hear me, darling?”
“Linc…?”
The voice of an angel. The sound of Nova’s voice. It hit Linc so hard he felt like he could cry. But that was quickly swept up by anger.
“We’re coming, Nova,” Linc said. “I swear on my life, you’re going to be okay.”
Linc pushed back and climbed to his feet.
