Page 45 of Inferno

“What the fuck are you good for then?” I bark.

“Inferno,” Viking snaps. “Get a grip.”

I sink back into my chair and scrub my hands over my face. I told Emmy we’d be able to track this guy, and now I’m gonna have to tell her we can’t.

“It’s okay, Viking,” Trooper says. “Now that we know who Emmaline is to Inferno, I can forgive his rage. I’d burn the heavens and the Earth to save my girl if I were in his shoes. We all would.”

“I don’t need your understanding. I need your help.”

“All I can say is that this guy is good. There isn’t much we can’t crack. Unfortunately, this email is one of the things that’s stumping us.”

We aren’t helpless when it comes to technology, but as living, breathing, humans, Trooper and his chapter are better. If they can’t figure it out, we’re fucked.

“This guy took pictures outside her house,” I say, feeling the weight of the world settle on my shoulders. “Her house, man. I need to be able to ensure her safety, and I can’t do that if I don’t know who he is.”

“Yeah, those pictures were rough,” Trooper acknowledges. “I’d kill a man who spied on me like that.”

“And that’s exactly what I want to do!” I exclaim, throwing my hands in the air. “I want to find him and kill him.”

“I thought Reaper was the one with the power to kill?”

“He is. But fire isn’t exactly without consequences.”

“True.”

Just then, the door to the room flies open, and Makayla barrels toward Viking.

“What’s wrong?” he demands.

“She’s gone,” Makayla cries. “Emmy’s gone.”

I jump to my feet and start tearing through the clubhouse. “Emmy!” I shout, over and over. “C’mon, this isn’t funny!”

“She’s not here, Inferno,” Makayla yells when I return to the common area, where she and my brothers are now standing.

“What’s going on there?”

Viking is holding his cell so we can still hear Trooper.

“Emmy’s gone,” Pres tells his counterpart.

“Gone where?” Trooper asks.

“That’s what we need to figure out,” I bark and turn to Makayla. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

“I don’t know. We were talking, and she got a text. She wanted to make a call in private, so I told her where the bathroom was. She was gone so long, I went looking for her to make sure she was okay, and the bathroom was empty. Her car is gone too.”

“So, she has her cell on her?” Trooper asks.

“I assume so,” Makayla replies. “It wasn’t in the bathroom.”

“If she kept it on, we can track that for sure. Inferno, text me her number.”

I take my own cell out and send him her contact info.

“Got it,” he confirms. “Gimme a few minutes, and I’ll call you back.”

He disconnects the call, and I rush for the door.

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