Page 81 of Final Ride

Annie, Harlan and Virge stood at the end of Fat Boy’s driveway talking to Blaine. “According to Kamps, Dempsey lives in a trailer park near the Gulf and it’s a more likely hiding place for Travis.”

Blaine nodded. “Yeah, away from civilization. Could be the perfect spot. We’ll hit Dempsey next.” He turned to Harlan and Virge who were looking pale and worried.

“Travis ain’t here,” said Virge.

“I don’t want y’all to worry too much about Travis being dead, because he won’t be. Annie and I talked it over and we believe the Houston chapter snatched Travis for the guys in Vegas who really want him for payback. He’ll be alive until the Vegas guys get here.”

“What if they flew?” asked Virge. “They might be here already.”

“If they flew, honey bunny, they’ll still be a bit behind us. We’ll be at Dempsey’s place in about twenty minutes.”

“We’ll be in time,” said Harlan, but he didn’t look like he believed his own words.

Dempsey Residence. Arcola.

Twenty minutes later they pulled into Arcola Estates, Mobile Home Park. “What street does this guy live on?” asked Virgil.

“Seascape Lane,” said Harlan reading from the GPS. “Sounds nicer than it looks. This trailer park ain’t high end.”

Annie glanced at the screen and followed the colored line to Seascape. “Find number twenty-nine, boys.”

“We’re passing twelve,” said Virge.

“Opposite side of the street,” said Harlan, “where the odd numbers are.”

“I see it.”

The squad blocked the narrow street and surrounded the single-wide trailer. They came in from the front and the back at the same time, ready to take down anybody in their path.

Me and Virge stood out of the way and watched these guys perform and couldn’t believe their skill level.

I think both of us decided at the same time that we wanted to be on the gang squad and be one of these guys. Compared to us being deputy sheriffs, this was a whole ‘nother level of takedown.

“Might be best if you boys waited out here,” said Annie, “I’m talking for safety. But I’m not telling you to if y’all want to watch the squad work.”

“Thanks, Mom. I think we want to go in.”

Me and Virge ran in the front door of the trailer and Farrell had already searched every room for Dad. “Travis ain’t here. Roll these guys up and we’ll leave them for the local cops.”

Farrell pointed at the three bikers drinking at the kitchen table and Dusty, Jimmy Jeff and Caleb pulled cuffs off their belts and approached the table.

Guy at the end of the table wearing only a Breed cut and his boxers grabbed his blade off the table and jumped up to plunge it into Jimmy Jeff’s side.

Bang.

Farrell shot him in the face.

The other two guys put their hands on their heads and that was the end of the bullshit.

Blacky took over and called the local cops and the medical examiner. “We’ll be here for a while.”

“Sure,” said Annie. “You boys have got this.”

Annie took me and Harlan out to her truck. “Travis isn’t here, and Vincente hasn’t had time to get to Houston so that means Fat Boy took him to Vegas already. We’ve got to get going.”

“You sure?” asked Virge.

“Pretty sure, but even if I’m wrong, they’ll kill him in Vegas anyway so we might as well be there waiting. It will save time.”

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