Page 110 of Blue-Eyed Jacks
“Are you sure?”Her tone was suspicious.“You don’t wantanything?”
I only wanted one thing.“I want to get out of herewithZoe.That’s all.”I looked around the room, at the stains, the dismantled carpet, and everything else.“Take everything.I hate this place, my father, and everything attached to this town.I want none of it.”
“Everything?”
“From the basement to the roof.It’s all behind me now.”That included Cara, but she didn’t need to know that part.
“You know your father wasn’t a bad man.”
My snort of denial stopped cold in my throat.The rumble of motorcycles drifted through the walls.“Do you hear that?”
Cara’s eyes went round.“How did someone find us?I got rid of your trackers.I got rid ofShock’strackers!”
Zoe’s mouth tightened.I knew that look.She had a secret.One I didn’t want to know.Because if I did, I’d give her away.“We need to leave.”There was a path through the sloping hill behind the house.It was dark and multiple years since I’d used it.There was no guarantee it was even the same.But I’d risk it for Zoe.
“Not without my things.”Cara pointed the gun at me.“Zoe, grab that bank bag from the office downstairs.Your mom’s going to carry the suitcase.But I’ll have my gun on her, so no funny business.Hurry.”
Zoe fled down the stairs.I followed at a slightly more sedate pace, hampered by the heavy suitcase, and not wanting to test Cara’s aim.
But we were too late.
Shock strode in the front door like he owned the place.
Chapter 31
Outside of Pittsburgh—Jackson
“Your GPS is worth shit.”My complaint fell on Hickey’s deaf ears.
“I’m telling you, the tracker is about three hundred feet from you.”
I was in the middle of bumfuck no-fucking-where at some dark park or trailhead of some stupid ass nature walk.A public place with cops and god knows what lurking behind the now gated entrance.
“It’s sealed off.”Another lit vehicle rolled past.No one was going in any kind of hurry, which… if I thought about it too hard, meant nothing good.
“Kate’s tracker is there.”
I debated telling him what I was seeing.Squad cars, at least four, an ambulance with its lights shut off.
And… fuck my life, that last vehicle with its little yellow light was a coroner’s van.
I’d pulled over as soon as I saw the flashing lights.Then, I crawled past the scene until I found a pull-off to stash the car.I backtracked on foot to see what was going on and tucked behind some trees to stay out of sight.“What about Zoe’s?The one that Sprout put on her?”
“Heading west.”
“And?Where west?”I needed that information immediately.If Kate was in the park, she wasn’t moving.And since no one was in a hurry, I had a guess as to why.But if Zoe was still alive, I might not give in to the urge to say, “Burn it all down,” like my gut was screaming to do.
“Zoe’s tracker is still on track toward Pittsburgh,” Hickey confirmed.“If it stops, I’ll send the address in text.”
“Tell me you dropped a tracker on one of the bikes,” I demanded.
Shock and company skedaddled out of Skilletsville almost minutes behind my inglorious walk of shame out of the club.Nonno was pissed about it.
“They tagged Bandit’s bike.”
Ha!Served the goddamned bastard right.“Where is he?”
“Almost to Pittsburgh.”
