Page 50 of Warrant
CHAPTER 20
Warrant
“Got ‘em.”
I raised my head off the table in the main area of our clubhouse and stared at Glitch. Everyone else was doing the same. “Tell me that means you know where they are?”
Riggs stood up and went to stand next to Glitch. The torture on the poor fucker’s face was hard to see. He was blaming himself for his kids being snatched. As if there was anything he could’ve done to stop it. They hadn’t known there’d been any threat to them. But I understood why there would be guilt, worry, and grief building inside the man. Those were his children.
They didn’t even belong to me and I was fucking furious that someone had taken them.
Glitch looked up, surprised to be the center of attention, and that Riggs was breathing down the back of his neck. He scooted his chair away, giving the man an uneasy look. Hehadn’t meant to say those words out loud. I could tell. He often spoke to himself while he worked, but half the time it was garbled nonsense because he was usually finishing sentences he’d started inside his head.
“I know where they were a few hours ago,” Glitch said. “Warehouse C off Galveston Road.”
Everyone was out of their seats as one, like it’d been rehearsed. A sharp whistle split the air. We turned and stared at Cypher, waiting for his orders.
“Torque, Cynic, Glitch, and Rotor, you’re staying here. Watch the clubhouse,” Cypher called out.
“Oh man,” Torque muttered. He sat back down, then scratched behind Beau’s ears as my hound nudged his hand with his massive head.
“Watch Beau, too,” I added.
“Why’d you even bring him?” Scythe asked with a scowl.
As though Beau knew he was being talked about, he abandoned Torque and planted his ass on Scythe’s boot, staring up at him with total adoration.
Sighing, Scythe reached down and scratched below his chin.
“That’s why,” I said with a chuckle. “He loves you, you fucking grumpy asshole.” And I hadn’t wanted to leave him at home alone, and my brothers and Dad were busy driving the cattle to a new field and couldn’t watch him like they normally did.
“They don’t know we’re on to them yet,” Cynic pointed out, getting everyone back on track.
“Maybe they do, maybe they don’t,” Cypher replied. “Stay here and watch the clubhouse. Watch Glitch’s back while he keeps working.”
“How’d you find them?” Scythe asked, nodding toward our techie.
“Been watching the house the mother’s been staying at,” Glitch replied. “It’s been annoying as fuck, but after five days a guy showed up. Used the street cameras to follow him back to that warehouse.”
“Let’s go,” Cypher said. “You can fill us in on the rest later.”
Demo grabbed a set of keys hanging on a nail by the door. “I’ll drive the cache.” We had rifles, shotguns, and various other…tools…in the back of one of our SUVs. They’d been there for days while we waited for the tech twins to find these fuckers. The fact that it’d taken over a week lent credibility to the theory that they were low level fuck wits who hadn’t planned this out very well.
Ironic really, since you’d think that would make it easier. But in an age of technology being a fuckwit worked in your favor. They hadn’t made demands, hadn’t gone out in public, had no digital footprint… It gave us nothing to go off.
Otherwise our techs would’ve found them a lot faster. But we had a bead on them now. It was time to go fuck shit up. “I’ll ride with you,” I told him.
Demo was quiet for most of the ride over. It was uncharacteristic for him, but he was ignoring my curious looks. I didn’t ask, because the huge fucker would talk when he felt like it. I’d learned long ago not to try to push him before he was ready. Would be easier to push a mountain than push him when he had his heels dug in. He was like a goat. Not in size, but in stubbornness.
We were only a few minutes out from the warehouse when he finally spoke. “Tell me this isn’t going to end badly.”
“What do ya mean?” I asked. “We’ve brought enough firepower to take out Wyoming. If I’m right and these assholes are low level, they won’t be much of a challenge for us.”
“I’m not talking about us,” he said, a grim look on his face as he stared out at the road.
He meant the kids. Shit. He was always so happy-go-lucky that I somehow managed to forget the kind of grief he’d lived through. The ghosts that haunted him to this day.
“They’re going to be fine, Demo. We’ll make damn sure of it.”
