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Daisy gasps as she replies, “Is she going to be okay?”
“Yeah, eventually. She has a broken arm, a cracked collarbone, two cracked ribs, and a concussion. She apparently will have to have her boob job redone because they burst that, and her nose job is no longer any good,” Trix says this with disgust but I’m doing my best not to laugh at the thought of all her ‘work,’ being undone.
“You two, get to Pres’ office and tell him what I just heard you saying,” I snarl as I push open the bedroom door. They both screech a little and look at each other, gulping with fright. “Move it,” I snap, and they both bustle past me, and I follow until they stand outside Pres’ office.
Knocking, I open the door and quickly state what is going on. Pres tells them to get their butts in the office, and I quickly slide away because I’m more than a little hungry.
Chapter 8
MIRI
Ihad a decent night's rest considering I heard room doors opening and closing, people talking, and cars pulling in and out of the motel parking lot all night.
Now that I’m showered, dressed, and ready to head out, I give myself a moment to contemplate what I know, and what I’m guessing Geri is involved in.
Did Geri know this MC? That is a question I keep asking myself. But remember, she mentioned someone with a weird name like Bolt, Bullet, Basher, or something which makes me think she knew these men.
How did she know these men? That is something that I’ll probably never know unless she tells me. Trouble with Geri is that you never know if she is telling you the whole truth. She is good at bending the tale she is telling.
Is she with one of these men? Like a relationship? I know she was not around much. She said she was working, yet she was asking me for money to tide her over until she got her next pay. Trouble being she never ever repaid the money she said she would.
Everything you try to get answers to just leads to more questions. Why didn’t she speak to me about what she was doing? When did she cut me out of her life? Although we had never been what you could call close, we were never at loggerheads either.
Why did she disappear? I had noticed some of her clothing was missing, and her backpack was not in the closet. It led me to believe, when I noticed that she had gone, it was because she wanted to, and not because she was taken. But my worry is she was pressured to leave because of her lack of speaking to me. She didn’t even leave a note.
I’m going to check if the MC is anywhere in sight, and if they are, do my best to see if Geri is with them, and if she looks like she’s being held against her will. If I see that man who has prospect on his jacket, I’m going to follow him and see if I can strike up a conversation.
Collecting my belongings, I quickly make my way out of the motel. I give the man behind the reception a smile as I place my key card on the desk in front of him.
“You're leaving?” I don’t know why he asked me that when you consider I just gave him the key to the room.
“If I want a room for the night, I’ll come back,” I comment as I open the door and leave.
I get into my car after throwing my things on the passenger seat. Where to now? I check the area on Google and look for any derelict or closed warehouses. Anything commercial that could be used as a stopping place for the MC I’m trying to find. I map out places along the major route that I think the MC may use. It’s a starting point, and that’s what I need now, somewhere to look.
Driving strictly within the speed limit I check off each of the places on the list I created. So far, nothing! I stop at a diner and eat a bowl of chili, and to my delighted surprise they had cornbread as a side.
The lady who is serving keeps looking over at me. I do my best to ignore her and take out my phone, finding a book on the Kindle app. It at least gives me a reason to keep my face down and away from the nosy waitress.
“You are not from around here. Are you just passing through?”
I look up and the waitress is standing in front of me with a cup of steaming coffee in her hand. “I’m driving through.” It’s all I’m willing to tell her because I really don’t want to say what I’m up to.
“If you need any help, just ask.” She takes a seat in front of me without asking. All the while watching for my reaction. Leaning forward and dropping her voice so the other diners, the few that are eating, cannot overhear. “I’ve helped many women if they need it.”
I sit back and look at the woman closely. She’s open and honest, but she has that look that shows she’s doing her best not to draw attention to us.
“I don’t need help. I’m looking for my stepsister, who I think has gotten herself involved with something she shouldn’t have.”
“If you need help tell me, and I will do what I can.” Again, I look closely at her, and she is waiting for me to continue.
“There is an MC, not a nice one from what I have seen of it. She seems to have gotten involved with it. I don’t know if she got involved willingly or not,” I lowered my voice when I told her this.
The woman's name tag says Vanessa, and owner. I wait for her to contemplate what I’ve said while she decides what she is going to do or say.
“My friend who also owns a diner has told me to be aware of a nasty MC that is heading my way. We look out for each other and, if needed, close until the danger has passed. I live above the diner and have a guest room. Why don’t you stay here, and we’ll watch for these bikers together? You can work so you don’t look suspicious when they come in. They will come in, you can be sure of that.”
“Why would you do that?” I ask, because one thing I know today is that often people turn a blind eye when they don’t want to be involved in trouble. Whether it would be the right thing to do or not.
