Page 131 of Break Out

The back door to the clubhouse banged open and Tie joined our huddle. “Put in a call to Durham, he’s managing Player’s Palace today. Knuckles has been there since they opened the doors. Gives him a fuckin’ alibi, I’m sure.”

I nodded. “Is the cop that’s on their payroll there, too?”

“How’d you know?” Tie asked.

“Fuck,” I muttered, twisting my head to the side.

Rafferty pulled his phone from his pocket.

“Who are you calling?” I asked before he did anything else.

Rafferty looked up. “Her dad. They may have GPS tracking enabled on her cell. That’ll tell us where she is – or are you certain they’d take her to their clubhouse? I thought they didn’t have an Augusta chapter yet.”

Shit. I didn’t want him to call Volt, but there was no way around it. Rafferty was right. Corrupt Chrome didn’t have a clubhouse to our knowledge and they could have taken her anywhere.

I nodded. “Do it.”

Once Volt was on the line, Rafferty cut right to the heart of the matter. There was silence, then he said, “He’s right here. You want to talk to him?”

Whatever Volt said, Rafferty closed his eyes and appeared to fight a smile. “I’ll let him know.” Rafferty ended the call and tucked his phone back in his pocket. “He’s got to check the app, but he’s pretty sure they still have that enabled. As long as the phone isn’t dead or powered off, we should be able to locate the phone.”

I nodded, while praying that neither Josie nor the Corrupt Chrome members were smart enough to check for her cell.

Rafferty cocked his head to the side. “He also said, he’d do his best hold Jackie back from scratching your eyes out when they got here.”

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “They’re on their way?”

Rafferty shrugged. “I suspect they will be. Once he knows her location… and gets Jackie on his bike.”

“Shit,” I whispered.

Inside the clubhouse, Rafferty crossed his arms on his chest. “I get that the Devil Lancers don’t give a damn about the law, but why aren’t you reporting her missing?”

“They have a cop on their payroll, dumbass,” Torque said.

Rafferty dipped his chin dramatically. “And this could help expose him for the corrupt cop he is.”

“That’s wishful thinking,” Torque said.

Rafferty looked around the common room. “Where are all the other women?”

“Lookin’ to get your rocks off already? Thought you cared about Jade,” Greco said.

With a dry look, Rafferty said, “They might know where Josie is…or where she’s been hanging out to meet a Corrupt Chrome member.”

“Our strip club would be a start,” Greco said.

I shook my head. “Josie doesn’t dance. When would she have been at Player’s? I think he might be on to something, though. Call the girls who aren’t on shift. Hell, have Durham interrogate the girls who are on shift between their sets.”

Rafferty’s phone rang. “Hey, Volt.”

His posture slumped and he looked away from me. Dread washed through me, and I rubbed the back of my neck.

I locked eyes with Rafferty when he said, “Yeah, they haven’t reported her missing here because Corrupt Chrome has a cop on their payroll.”

There was another pause, then Rafferty said, “Got it. Ride safe.”

“He’s not coming here, is he?” Greco asked.

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