Page 33 of Breaker

“Anyone else in bad shape?” I asked.

“You got the worst of it. The rest of us can ride when we need to. Fox is waiting for you in Church. He’s already doing his best to track down Juniper.”

“Thanks,” I said, pushing to my feet. I winced as the room swam, then slowly made my way down the hall and entered Church.

Fox looked up from the maps spread across the table. “You okay?”

“Been better. Listen, I think what happened was a setup. Robert Murray used the chaos as a distraction to get to Juniper.”

“We’ve already figured that much out while you were sleeping. Any ideas how he got in?”

I shook my head. “Did anyone spot anything on the cameras before the shit hit the fan?”

“Surge,” Fox barked.

I turned as our club hacker came into the room, looking worn the fuck out. “They somehow managed to reposition the cameras when we weren’t monitoring the ones in a particular area. We didn’t catch it. The bastard cut the fence in that spot.”

Fox’s jaw clenched. “Start pulling surveillance footage from around town. Look for any sign of Robert or Juniper.”

Surge nodded, then held up his laptop. “On it, boss.”

Fox turned back to me, his gaze intense. “Breaker, I need you to focus. Think. Did you see or hear anything that could give us a lead? Any clues about where he might have taken her?”

I closed my eyes, trying to push past the panic and guilt that threatened to overwhelm me.

“No,” I admitted, my voice strained. “And if it’s been four hours since I went to sleep, then he’s had even longer to put distance between here and wherever he’s going.”

Fox nodded, his mind already working on a plan. “Bear, Knox,” he called out, his voice carrying through the clubhouse, “gather the brothers. Once Surge has a direction for us, we need to hit the streets and find Juniper.”

We would find Juniper, and God help Robert Murray when we did. I wasn’t going to let the fucker live.

“Let’s bring your girl home,” Fox said, his voice low and fierce.

I nodded, my resolve strengthening with each passing second.We’re coming for you, Juniper. Hold on just a little longer.

While I waited, I went back to the main room and took a seat at the bar. Beer wasn’t the best idea right now, so I grabbed a soda. I needed something for my parched throat, and a way to keep my mind off things. I sipped the drink and tried not to think of all the things that monster could be doing to Juniper right now. He’d talked about a friend who wanted her. Was she already in someone else’s hands?

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and red, my phone buzzed with a message from Fox.Surge found something. Get back in here.

I entered Church and saw the glow of computer screens casting an eerie light over his face as his fingers flew across the keyboard with a sense of urgency. Lines of code and video feeds flashed across the monitor, his eyes darting from one to the next as he searched for any sign of Juniper. Surge’s brow furrowed in concentration, his jaw clenched as he worked against the clock. He had always been the club’s secret weapon, his technical skills a great asset.

“I thought you’d found something?” I asked.

“Hang on. Still tracking,” he mumbled.

As he scanned through the footage from the town’s surveillance cameras, his eyes narrowed, focusing on a grainy image. It was a car, speeding down a side street. In fact, it looked just like the one Robert Murray had driven here when he’d demanded we hand over Juniper.

Surge zoomed in on the image, his fingers trembling slightly as he worked to enhance the footage. The picture sharpened, and there was no mistaking it. Robert Murray was behind the wheel.

“This is definitely Robert Murray and the getaway car,” Surge said. “But once the vehicle leaves town, there aren’t any cameras for miles. Best I can do is hope the State Troopers have something set up to scan license plates of speeders. I’ll keep working on it, but for now at least we know which direction they took. It’s a start.”

Surge’s fingers flew across the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen as he continued to do his best to locate my missing wife.

“Come on, come on,” I muttered under my breath, my hands clenching and unclenching at my sides. “We have to find her.”

Seconds felt like hours as we waited, the silence broken only by the occasional curse from Surge as he hit another dead end. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched with each failed search.

“There!” Surge’s voice cut through the room like a knife, and I was at his side in an instant. “I found the car about fifteen miles down the highway. It got flagged for speeding. I’ll search the towns within a twenty-mile radius and see if I can catch sight of them on any camera feeds.”

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