Page 103 of Mensa's Match

“Boy, you get to be my age, you know exactly when to worry. You’ve been watching her like a hawk, and now she isn’t answering her phone. I’m calling her brother.”

His knee-jerk reaction was for hernotto do that, but if Rod had taken her in broad daylight, they’d need all the help they could get.

“You aren’t gonna ask me not to do that?”

“No. You call him. I gotta get back to church.”

He ended the call, and went back into the conference room.

Har held the gavel over the table, but paused when he saw Mensa.

“You look pissed,” Brute said.

“Whitney’s not answering her phone. She went to ship two packages. The prospect wasn’t following her yet because I expected her to be at the shop all morning. My gut says Corrupt Chrome got to her.”

“You don’t know that though,” Block said.

“It’s the most likely scenario given how Rod acted at the mall.”

“Law enforcement should handle this, especially with her ties to the FBI,” Two-Times said.

Mensa clenched his jaw and stared at Two-Times. “If it were one of your kids—”

Two-Times glared at Mensa. “I’despeciallylet the law handle it, so I didn’t fuck it up.”

“Leave the hypothetical situations out of this,” Har said. “What about her brother?”

“Nadia’s calling him,” Mensa muttered.

His cell phone rang and he put her on speaker phone. “Yeah, Nadia.”

“Wyatt’s in Jackson testifying in court. His case manager is calling their informant to verify if Whitney’s been taken.”

Mensa swallowed his words; they would only make Nadia worry even more.

“Thanks, Nadia. If I find out anything, I’ll call you.”

He ended the call, feeling despair washing over him. “Rod could have taken her any-fucking-where.”

“Brother, don’t do that shit,” Finn said.

Mindless of the phone being in his hand, Mensa cocked his fist back ready to throw it across the room, but Block stood and drew his attention.

“Don’t fuckin’ throw that phone. It’s your only line to your woman, and busting it into a dozen pieces damn sure won’t make you feel better.”

Slowly, Mensa lowered his cell to the table and let out a guttural yell.

“I say we move the plan up. We roll out on their clubhouse, now,” Roman said.

Block shook his head. “I’m not against that, but like Mensa said, that asshole could go anywhere. Since the fire, I called some people and dug into Rodney ‘Rod’ Lewis. He’s got a place in Ocean Springs.” Block glanced at Har and back to Mensa. “Iron will probably be back today, so if Rod took Whitney, I’m thinking he’d keep her at his place instead of the clubhouse.”

“Since nobody’s willing to call the cops, I have a crazy idea,” Two-Times said.

“This oughta be good,” Finn muttered.

“What if we send Hummer to the Corrupt Chrome clubhouse? He hasn’t earned his patch yet, and since he’s been watching Whitney the most… he could offer to help Rod—”

“That would have been a decent idea except that ship has sailed,” Cynic said.

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