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Nox
Nothing.That’s exactly what we’ve found when it comes to the car that killed Dagger and hurt Mearna. Every single angle we’ve looked, all putting our heads together—zero. There is no paper trail at all for the car. Not even any trails on the Internet or securitycameras. It was like everything went black for a few moments of time, blocking everything out. At the very least we should have pictures of the driver from security footage, but not even that.
The clubhouse is filled with anger, and there’s nothing anyone can do until we find out who did it. My brother has been at the gym a lot hitting out his aggression, while others are drinking to copewith theirs. Everyone has their way.
I’ve joined Coop a few times, but it did nothing but wear me out causing me to sleep. Which is a good thing, but not. I want to be alert when something pops up.
“I’m puttin’ feelers out,” my father says, looking over to GT, my uncle and VP. “Want any information and I’ll pay.”
GT nods and leaves the room.
We’re out of options. It’sbeen eight days and Mearna is home resting, but absolutely devastated. She has casts on her leg and arm. The transplant has gone well so far, but her recovery will be long and intense.
The funeral for Dagger is tomorrow. We held off until Mearna was able to get out of the hospital, and everyone is on edge because of it. Knowing that Dagger is in a cooler and not properly buried is killingus. While we know it’s for the best, it’s just hard. Fuck, this entire thing is hard.
I’ve had no time to get information on Carsyn, except that Gunny called saying he still hadn’t heard from her. It eats at me not knowing where she is and if she’s safe.
We’ve been climbing the walls thinking at any moment we’d find out who did this and be able to right a wrong. Not that the deathof someone else will help us with Dagger, but it’s something and right now it’s all we can hang on to. I’ve put Carsyn on the backburner, as much as it kills me to during this time, but that’s over.
Moving through the clubhouse, I knock on the closed door. “Yeah,” my sister calls out from Ryker’s room.
“Nox,” I call out.
“Come in.”
Opening the door, I step inside toa very clean room, knowing that her man doesn’t clean up his shit at all. “Ryker put you on cleanin’ duty.”
“Hell no. I put myself there. I’m not stayin’ in a mess.”
I sit next to her on the bed. “Need a favor.”
“Sure.”
“Need you to find someone.” She eyes me suspiciously, and I continue. “Carsyn. She goes by the name Ava Smith now, and I don’t know where she is.”
“Carsyn, Carsyn.” Light brightens her face, but she’s acting. She knows exactly who I’m talking about.
“Don’t get any ideas. I just need to know that she’s safe.” I reach in my back pocket and pull out a copy of the ID I had made for Carsyn and hand it to my sister. “This is the information I have on her. On the bottom, I wrote her new social as well. It’s all I’ve got.”
“Andwhat are we doing if we find her?”
“As long as she’s safe, I’m good.”
“Liar.” She coughs through her fist and I smirk, knowing my twin knows me well. One of the first that have come to me in days. It almost hurts to have joy. Dagger wouldn’t want that, but it’s hard to lose someone. It’s a constant struggle back and forth.
I keep going. “Also need you to look into the Rangersand find out their activity. Need to know if Carsyn is there with them.”
“Yeah.” Her demeanor becomes solemn, and her tone changes. “Tomorrow is gonna suck.”
“It is.”
Austyn lays fully on the bed next to me. “I feel bad.”
“We all do.”
“No, that’s not what I mean.” She rolls onto her back and looks up at the ceiling. “Like Pops was saved by some magical force.Then in order for that to happen Dagger had to go. It’s like some cosmic calling or something ripping one away from us to save the other.”
