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I take out my phone and call Brooke.
“What the fuck, Brooke?” I demand once I hear her voice.
“Mike thinks with all our connections, we could get a lot of tips,” she pleads.
When I don’t say anything, she continues, “We printed them so we could hand them out along the route she takes from Amanda’s. We left your number and email for them to send you any information.”
Christ.
I stay silent. I don’t want to flip out, so I take a few deep breaths.
“Brooke,” I say through clenched teeth.
“No, Ray. You listen to me. You saw how the cops looked at us as if Samantha had run away. You know she didn’t. We need all the help we can get. So what if we make it public? You do you, and we’ll keep reaching out to people.” Brooke’s voice was stern and surprisingly in control.
My heart ached. I know Brooke is freaking out just as much as I am, so I’m going to let her do what she feels she can while I do what I do.
Regardless, we’re getting my Sammie girl back.
“Okay. Brooke. Let’s work both sides and get our girl back,” I say calmly.
She lets out a deep sigh and says, “Thank you. Bring our girl home.”
“I’ll bring our girl home.”
“Promise?” Brooke whispers.
“I promise on my life,” I declare.
When I hang up, I look at all my members sitting around the table, listening and waiting for me to give them orders.
What can we lose?
This isn’t club business.
This is my daughter.
“Fuck it, share that shit on all platforms. Get the word out. Lazy, could you please call the Oakland PD and see if they have any leads on obtaining the traffic cameras for us? Let’s make them think we’re working with them. I don’t want to put all of this on Zoom. Chewy, contact all our surrounding chapters and give them the flyer Mike made with all the details, including the description of the car, and get everyone on this.”
The room starts to come alive with the brothers grabbing their phones. Usually, there’s no phones allowed in here, but this is an exception because it’s not club business—this is personal.
I continue talking, “Oakland is the hub for multiple highways. We need to try to figure out which way they went. Dawg and I have been trying to monitor Sam’s gaming login, but I need someone to be on it 24/7. See if you can contact this Jared guy through that. Let’s try to communicate with him that way. The girls said they met him in person at the car show. Let’s tap into that to see if we can obtain a photo ID of the guy and determineif he’s affiliated with anyone. I know we don’t have beef with anyone right now, but we need to make sure this isn’t a backlash from the club.”
I sit down at the head of the table, placing my elbows on the edge. I run my hands through my hair, gripping my head.
“Someone’s got my girl. Let’s find the fucker before the cops do,” I say it out loud more to myself, but also to whoever is still in the room.
Chewy speaks up. “We should hit the surrounding cities with the flyers too. Flyer the shit out of this area, and social media might get us some tips. The more shares, the better. That way, at least we’re getting the tips instead of the cops.”
I hear men agreeing, and I nod my head.
“Let’s do it.”
THE ROOMMATE
It’s been a week.
Seven days that my baby girl has been gone.
