Page 14 of Kidnapped

“You know it’s not going to be as cut and dry as that, don’t you?” I question.

Trick smirks as he sips his drink, “It never fucking is.”

“Would you really want it to be that boring and straightforward every time we did something like this?” Jensen questions.

“No, no, I wouldn’t,” Trick replies just as we expect him to. “That will be the plan for now, though, and then we’ll come up with a new one when something inevitable makes it more complicated.”

His response has us all laughing.

The conversation after that turns to other things, and we quickly move on.

“Oh, didn’t you want to talk to us about something financial?” I ask Jensen suddenly, and the guys look at me weirdly since we were discussing a new game.

“Shit yeah,” Jensen replies and looks at Trick, “Can I use your laptop?”

“Of course,” Trick replies as he hands it over.

We all stay silent and curiously watch Jensen as he taps away on the screen and then turns it so that we can all see it.

“Okay, so these are the new investments that I think we should put some money into,” he starts.

We listen closely as he explains why he thinks that we should put some of our money into these particular investments, the benefits and the risks of doing so, how long it will take before we can see a return, and all sorts of things that none of us would have considered or even known to ask about if it weren’t for Jensen. I’m reasonably confident that I’m not the only one who would accept his advice without an explanation. Jensen insists on explaining it every time, and I appreciate that he’s so thorough with the explanation; it means that most of the time, Iactually understand what he’s talking about and why we should do whatever he’s suggesting.

As predicted, as soon as he’s finished talking, we all nod and agree that he can put our money where he’s suggested.

“He also put a portion of his profits from the last Pit fight into Atlas’s account,” I add, knowing that he’s not likely to tell them himself.

“Put some of mine in as well,” Trick replies immediately.

“Mine too,” Riot and Rafe say at the same time.

“And mine, can he access it?” Luc asks.

Jensen shakes his head, “No, he had me look after his card ages ago and didn’t get it back before he left; unless he’s got someone who can hack into the accounts, he won't be able to get to it. He could message and ask for his details and access it that way, but for some reason, I don’t think he’s going to do that.” Jensen frowns, “I did think about just messaging him the details so he didn’t have to ask, but I don’t know if it's safe to do so. I don’t even know if he’s still got his phone, and if he doesn’t, then I’d be giving whoever does have it access to a lot of money.”

Trick frowns but nods, “Yeah, that makes sense. Don’t message Atlas with his details; we know that he’s in a dangerous situation, and we don’t want to make it worse.”

“That’s a good point,” I add, “he’s not messaging us because it’s not safe, so we don’t want to message him and risk his safety. We’re just going to have to wait and hope that he will get in contact with us as soon as he can.”

“I’m not holding out much hope,” Riot says, “it’s been months now, and we haven’t heard anything since he warned us that we needed to wipe down the cabin.”

We all fall silent, none of us want to admit it, but there is a chance that we aren’t going to see Atlas again, and if we do, it won’t be for a very long time. For us, it’s more than just losing a friend; he was a part of our family, and none of us want tothink about what it could mean if we never see him again. The harsh truth of the matter is that if he were killed, we wouldn’t know. We may never know. We didn’t even go up to our cabin a few hours away just after Christmas this year; none of us fancied going up there without him. It belongs to all of us, and it would have made his absence even more noticeable.

After that rather sobering conversation we deliberately switch the conversation to something more light-hearted and less concerning. We end up playing on the games console and then all staying for dinner at Trick’s place since Jenny insisted, she loves cooking for all of us, and none of us complain because she makes damn good meals. It’s not long after dinner that she tells Trick to take us home before realizing that it’s a Friday and there’s no school tomorrow.

Riot

We’re on our second movie of the night, and it’s super late, so we’ve all pretty much decided just to stay here for the night. We’ve all got spare clothes here in case we need them, and we can all go with Jensen and Trick tomorrow when Jensen goes to warn Knox about the overdoses; we’ll just stay in the car with Trick and out of the way.

I’d be worried about Jensen going to talk to someone who is potentially as dangerous as Knox clearly is, but Jensen can hold his own and is more than capable of dealing with it if Knox decides to attack him, and from what I understand from the explanation that Jensen gave us earlier, he just wants to beleft alone, but doesn’t want the silence. I get that. It wouldn’t surprise me if he can see something in Jensen that resonates with himself; Jensen is basically violent, dark, and sad.

They probably understand each other better than either of them cares to admit.

Trick’s phone starts ringing, and he pulls it out. He looks down at the screen before he frowns and answers it. “What’s up, Jimmy?”

Jimmy is one of our guys and, like all of them, keeps an eye on shit and lets us know if anything’s happening that we should know about. None of us wanted to go to one of the many parties going on tonight; in fact, we haven’t really gone to that many since Atlas left, now that I think about it.

The conversation with Jimmy doesn’t last very long, but Trick’s frown stays on his face.