“Who the hell was in there besides you? ‘Cause somebody let her out.”
“Ashley swept up the glass. And Blood was in there earlier.”
Ghost dropped him in shock. “Blood?”
“I didn’t see him take her out, but I saw him bringing her back.”
“When the fuck was that?”
“Couple hours ago.”
“What the hell was Blood doing in there?”
Boo shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t ask patches their business.”
“Your fucking business was watching Jessie, fucktard!”
“Sorry, but wherever he took her, he brought her back. She was in there when I brought her the food.”
“And you didn’t uncuff her?”
“Well…yeah. I mean, she needed to go to the john and to eat. But I locked her back up. I swear.”
Shades stepped in. “Ghost, we’ll figure out how she got out later, now we need to find her.”
Ghost whirled on him. “Don’t you think I fucking know that?”
“Okay, brother, so where would she go?”
“Hell if I know.”
“Think, Ghost.”
“I don’t know. Her mom is in Daytona. She said she wanted to go there.”
“Okay, then lets hit the bus station.”
Ghost nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
Shades turned to Griz, Hammer, and JJ, who were the only other members in the clubhouse at the moment. “Let’s mount up boys.”
“I’ll put out the word to the rest of the club,” Hammer offered.
“No! Let’s try and find her before Butcher gets word of this,” Shades replied.
They all nodded.
“Let’s sweep the neighborhood on the way out, everybody take a different route, we’ll rendezvous at the bus station.”
They all headed to their bikes.
Shades put a hand on Ghost’s shoulder. “We’ll find her, man.”
Ghost’s eyes connected with his best friend’s, and he shook his head. “I can’t lose her, bro.”
Shades nodded. “You won’t. We’ll turn this fucking city upside down. We’ll find her, Ghost. I promise you.”
An hour later, they had canvased the neighborhood near the clubhouse, asking anyone they saw if they’d seen her. They’d staked out the bus station to no avail, and they’d even covered the old neighborhood where Ghost’s father had lived.