Maybe just one little cut.
Just enough to relieve the tension.
No one would know.
No one would know.
Chapter Thirteen
Bryce
Gotcha.
The entire contents of the email from the Spider.
Gotcha.
What the fuck?
We didn’t know who the Spider was, and as far as we knew, he hadn’t done anything—
Oh, shit.
Cade Booker had given us the information.
Cade Booker.
There was no Spider.
I pounded my fist on the kitchen table.
Who the hell was this Cade Booker? I needed information, and at this point, Joe would spill, even with the silent code of the BDSM club. The guy had attacked us with pepper spray. He’d been armed with three guns, for God’s sake.
I grabbed the last known address from the file I’d gotten via the web and entered it into my GPS. Back to the city for me tonight.
I ignored my eyes. They were sore and tired. Closing them would be a godsend. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
Marjorie never left my mind. What was happening to her? I couldn’t let myself consider any of the vile possibilities. No, she needed me whole. She believed in me, believed I was more than an empty shell.
I had to prove her right. I had to find her, and that meant focusing.
My phone buzzed.
“Talon?” I said. “What’s up? Is Melanie all right?”
“I haven’t heard anything about Melanie, and I’m not going to bother Joe with this. He needs to be with his wife right now. But Jade just got a text from a number she didn’t recognize. It says it’s from Colin. He’s with Marj, Bryce. They’re being held in a mobile home somewhere.”
“Oh my God. Anything else?”
“Yeah. After he sent the text, Colin called Jade and left the line open. We’re tracing it now.”
“We’ve got to move quickly. I’ll be right over.”
“We’re already on our way,” Talon said. “Ryan and Ruby are with me. We’re going after our sister.”
I marched into my bedroom and retrieved my alternate pistol, as the one I’d been carrying earlier had been taken when I was at the hospital, and I hadn’t thought to get it back. I was armed again.
Armed and ready.