Page 60 of My Casanova

My mind raced. “Do we think he left on his own, or...” I couldn’t finish the thought. The idea that Boone and Gibbs had gotten to him made my stomach churn.

“Yo!” Compass hollered in the background. “I found some shit.”

I wished I could be there to help, but I needed to be here with Dani. “What is it?” I asked Yarder.

“Hold on,” he muttered. I heard the distinct rustling sound of the phone being put on speaker, followed by the noise of guys moving around Stretch’s room. “Maps, paperwork,” Yarder said. “Shit that makes no sense for him to have.”

“Is his bike still there?” I asked.

“No,” Pirate called. “Dice is working on pulling up the cameras to see when he left.”

“The club cameras,” I called. “If he left or someone took him, they have to be on them.”

“Aero is talking to Mac and Saylor to see if they can pull the footage from the past two days,” Yarder said. “Not sure how hard that is going to be. Adalee said all of that is on a feed back in Los Angeles.”

Jesus.

I knew Stretch had been pissed off the past couple of weeks, but we were all frustrated. We wanted to strike on Boone and Gibbs, but it was hard to look and find them with the cameras rolling.

We all kept telling ourselves to wait until the filming was done, but maybe Stretch didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Smoke?” Dani’s voice cut through my thoughts as she opened the back door and held a folded piece of paper in her hand.

“What is it, angel?” I asked and stepped toward her.

She held the paper out to me. “Stan left this in the cash drawer.”

I took it from her, and my fingers brushed hers as I unfolded it. My eyes locked onto the words scribbled across it:Iron Fiends.

“Hold on, Yarder,” I called into the phone, pulling it away from my ear to put it on speaker.

Dani moved to my side and read the paper out loud. “Call off your dog, or he’s going to find his answers six feet under. We’re watching.”

“What the fuck?” Yarder shouted through the speaker.

“That is terrifying, but who are they talking about? They don’t mean literal dogs, right?” Dani asked with her brow furrowed.

I shook my head. “I think they’re talking about Stretch.” I met her worried gaze. “We can’t find him right now. No one has seen him for days.”

“Oh no,” Dani gasped.

I slipped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my side. Her warmth grounded me, but it didn’t stop the storm brewing in my head.

“Where did the letter come from?” Yarder demanded.

“Uh, I don’t know,” Dani replied. “Stan must have gotten it on my day off yesterday. Do you want me to ask him?”

“Yes,” Yarder barked.

Dani pulled her phone from her pocket and quickly dialed Stan. He picked up on the first ring.

“Hello,” he answered.

“Stan,” Dani said.

“Hey, honey. What’s going on? You sound a little stressed.”

Dani rolled her eyes. “Uh, not really. There was a note left in the till. Who gave it to you?”

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