Page 47 of Warrant
“Got ourselves a new sexy sheriff,” Rotor said with a smirk in my direction.
“Fuck off,” I told him. “If you think I can’t make it over this table before you can move, you’d be wrong.”
“So Warrant is into the new sexy Sheriff,” Hush said with a chuckle.
“Who isn’t Warrant into?” Toxic asked with a laugh. My brothers all laughed with him.
He wasn’t wrong. I loved beautiful women. But not like this. Ainsley had somehow embedded herself inside my brain. Which I didn’t mind one fucking bit. Other women didn’t have this kind of effect on me. Never had. Never would again.
“‘Bout time,” Butcher said, scowling at me.
I may have hit on his old lady once…or twice. The first time I had no idea she belonged to the psychopath. Or that she was one herself. And she’d proven that she could handle herself by rendering me unconscious. That would’ve been a blow to the ego except the woman was a professional hit woman. Seriously, she was an assassin.
“She’s hot.”
I scowled at Toxic. “How the fuck would you know?”
“I’m tellin’ Billie you said that,” Hush said, taking a swig from the beer bottle he was holding.
“Fuck off, we’re busting Warrant’s balls today,” Toxic replied, “not mine.”
“We’re always goin’ to bust your balls when given the chance,” Hush said.
Butcher nodded in agreement.
“Should’ve left you two assholes at home,” Toxic muttered, but he turned his cell around and showed a picture of Ainsley from the County Sheriff’s website.
Hush let out a whistle. “You don’t believe in playin’ in your own league do you?” he asked me.
I chuckled and eyed the photo. My woman did look good in her uniform.
“I’m getting bored. Let me kick in a few doors.”
Cypher sighed and glared at Butcher. “Well, too fucking bad, it’s not happening.”
“We’re all getting a bit antsy, Prez,” Scythe said. “Waiting around for intelligence isn’t most of our strong suits.”
“What the fuck do you want me to do about it? Glitch, Switch, Rat, and Riptide are all on it. Besides, there’s too many doors to just randomly kick them in.”
Riptide was the Tucson Chapter’s tech guy. It wasn’t his obsession the way it was for the others, but he was better than most of us with a computer so he did the work until they needed something more. Then they usually called Cypher to get Glitch’s help.
“Why’s it taking so long?” Pyre asked. “It never takes this fucking long.” He was using the needle of a syringe to clean underneath his nails. He was our medic. He always had medical supplies with him. Not sure where he kept it all because sometimes he pulled needles out of places that they didn’t seem to belong.
The main problem, so Glitch had explained, was that Sentinel was so remote that there were hardly any highway cameras, and while most gas stations and such might have security cameras, they might not have cell service or Wi-Fi. Shit was isolated out here, or enroute to here. So connecting the dots from one sighting to the next was hit or miss. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack for our techies. And the guys who’d snatched these kids weren’t stupid enough to let them be seen in town where there were cameras. It was making it take too much damn time to track them down, but there wasn’t much we could do but be patient.
Cypher rolled his head, stretching his neck. It was one of his tells that he was losing his patience. The man had an epic amount of patience and control. He had to with all of us around. We were less…restrained. “How the hell am I supposed to know that?” he finally asked.
“My guess?” Everyone looked at me and Cypher nodded. “Either this was some last minute thing, or we’re dealing with some low level fuck ups.”
Demo’s eyebrows rose. “What makes you say that?”
“Everything’s been so fucking reactionary,” I told him. “Taking two kids instead of one. Stealing cars that were right next to the vehicles they dumped. They didn’t want to drag those kids any farther than they had to, or they’d get spotted. No online trail for our techs to find?”
“Maybe they’ve wiped everything,” Cynic suggested.
“I don’t think so,” I replied. “There’d still be something Glitch would find if it’d been wiped. That’s his fucking specialty, tracking down shit people don’t want others to find. Tells me there’s nothing to find. They’re not using tech. I think they—whoever the fuck they are—just decided to grab this kid for some reason and did it.”
“How would they know where he was?” Torque asked.
