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“A friend sent it to me asking if that was Garrett’s car.”
“I’d love to meet up with you. Do you have proof or a picture of Garrett for me?” I ask.
“I don’t think Garrett would take your daughter unless it had to do with his brother. He was obsessed with finding his realbrother,” Judith says, but it sounds more like she’s trying to convince herself that he would never do this.
Does she know Jared?Questions fly through my head. Too many to ask over the phone. I need to see her.
“Judith, can I meet you in person? I would be alone. We can meet anywhere you’d like, but I’d feel a lot better meeting in person.”
There is a pause.
Silence.
“Please, Judith. I’d like to go over all the information we have to see if you recognize anything,” I plead.
“Okay, I’ll text you a place, and let me know when you can meet,” she finally replies.
“Thank you. Can you text me the two locations you mentioned before? The ones in Arizona and Washington?”
“Okay, anything to help you find your daughter. I don’t think Garrett would hurt your daughter if he had her. I’ll keep trying to get ahold of him too.”
“Thank you. I’ll leave first thing in the morning.” I sound relieved that we have a solid tip and direction for the first time.
Once we hang up, she sends me all the information, and I contact Zoom. The problem is, we don’t know which way they went. Arizona or Washington. We need to branch out and search.
It’s a five-hour drive from here to Medford.
CHERRY BLOSSOM
It’s now fifteen days since Sam was taken. After meeting with Judith, she confirmed what the cops found out. Bo and Garrett did indeed live together, and the cars were registered in their names. We think Jared might be his long-lost brother, but how Sam is involved, we don’t know.
Garrett’s phone is off, so we can’t track it. I stayed in Medford for a day, handing out flyers, and then headed to our Portland Chapter to regroup. It’s beautiful up here on their compound. The views are breathtaking. It was good to come here and clear my head.
“You headed to that address alone?” Fate, our Portland Chapter president, asks me.
I’m hanging out at the clubhouse, having a beer with him and his VP, Raven.
“Yeah, I don’t want to spook the guy or have him tipped off with a bunch of bikers rolling into town.”
Raven speaks up, “I get it. You could get a hold of Guardian or Brimstone. They’re both still up in Washington.”
Guardian and Brimstone isn’t a bad idea. I could shoot a quick text, giving them a heads up.
Raven continues, “Or we could have a few of us hang back a town or two, letting you go in first, but at least you’ll have backup.”
My phone lights up. It’s Dawg. I just spoke with Zoom, so I don’t understand why he’s calling me.
I hit speaker. “Wadsup?”
“We got something!” he yells.
I jump up, grabbing the phone.
“What the fuck do you mean you got something? What? Do you know where Sammie is?”
“RAY!” Dawg shouts.
Hearing him use my real name has me shutting up instantly.
