She pulls up another picture, and my stomach tilts.
“This is the truck that slammed into Drake’s car. The first day Larry scoped the place out, he was driving it.”
She pulls up another picture that clearly has the same truck and places the plate numbers side by side. Fuck.
“This truck was registered to Auto Legends and Disasters. It’s the same company he was fired from two months ago, but I’m guessing he never turned in his keys, and he could have easily borrowed one of the trucks after hours. This particular shot is after four, which is when the Auto shop closes. Obviously the wreck happened after that—”
“Why the hell would The Dragon want Eve?” Rush asks, interrupting Sarah’s much too long explanation.
Sarah frowns as she starts clicking keys again. I thought she was a stripper when Snake hooked up with her. Right now, she’s the only one who has fucking found anything close to finding Eve.
“Anything?” I ask her, hoping she has an answer to that question.
“No, but I have all of his friends addresses and family’s addresses. You can start sending people to scope the places out and see if Eve is there.”
“Each of us takes a team. If anyone finds her, get her the fuck out immediately,” I tell them as our phones start chiming.
“Sent the addresses. I’ll search for anything else,” Sarah says.
Snake kisses the top of her head, and I walk out with him, reading over the first address then motioning for Drew and Isaac to follow me.
“Load up. We have a ride to take,” I tell them, then I turn toward Snake. “After I find Eve, we’re going to have a talk about Sarah.”
He purses his lips. “She’s not going to run her mouth, Drex. You can trust her.”
I grab my keys and helmet, and we load up on our bikes.
“That’s not what I want to talk about. Pretty sure she needs to be doing more than manicures.”
I don’t give a damn about how much Sarah knows as long as she finds Eve.
Chapter 19
EVE
The music shuts off, at least I think it does. Either that or someone has finally blessed me with the gift of deafness.
My ears are ringing, and my head is too heavy to lift. My mouth is so dry that it would just absorb anything I tried to drink before it even made it to my throat. I stopped sweating at some point, and now salt has gathered on my body as though there’s nothing left to secrete.
My eyes flutter shut, feeling the desperate need for sleep, but the music cuts back on, blasting through the basement and jarring me awake. When the music doesn’t work, they have sirens that wail and something that sounds like cymbals crashing again and again. It’s miserable, and I should be used to it by now. I should stop giving him the satisfaction of watching my eyes close, only to be brutally jerked open again by the surprise that shouldn’t be a surprise.
But that’s not how the body works. The mind has pride. The body just has needs.
The rainbows that I see in the basement probably aren’t real. In fact, I’m almost positive that this hot basement does not have rainbows or swirling cyclones of color either. When did the lights come on? I don’t remember that. I thought they were off.
It’s hard to keep up with the lights going on and off.
I’d kill for a gallon of water and a pizza. Mmmm. Pizza. Do they have pizza near here? I think I smell pizza.
When the music shuts off again, I try to slow my random thoughts, but it’s getting harder and harder to maintain control of my mind. This shit is a little more intense than I thought it would be. I’m not even sure how many hours I’ve been awake, but I had to have slept at least a little. At some point, they put an IV needle in my hand. Why? The hell if I know.
I still can’t lift my head. All I can see is what my eyes and knees allow me to. Yeah. I can see my knees really well.
“I’ll give you an hour of sleep, Eve. Just for an answer. Just one answer. Tell me how Drex is getting the vehicles out of the warehouse. Or is he keeping them somewhere else? All I need is one or two to inspect. I can figure it out from there. It’d save me the trouble of having to split the profits with someone who will have to get me the information after the feds close in on them. They will, Eve. It’s just a matter of time. Tell me where he keeps them.”
Either he’s repeating himself over and over, or I’m just hearing things on a loop. I try to lift my head, but I can’t. My mouth hurts, but the gag is gone. When did he take my gag off again? I know he put it back on after the last time he tried to ask me questions.