Page 25 of Gemini
Even with Jamie’s research, there was only so much information on the group, not even a location for their clubhouse. Only rumors of places they frequented. No real way to contact them unless you knew one of them.
Dom already told me his insider didn’t know where Trish was so there was really zero chance of me and Jamie finding anything. But it felt worse not trying at all. To just sit there and do nothing.
His presence helped but, after Jamie left, the sinking feeling returned. Several times I nearly texted Dom but feared he wouldn’t reply.
As I finished the report, I closed it out. I sat there, staring at the screen for a moment before I pulled up Luke’s record.
Trish’s ex might’ve been obsessed with the gym, but he also loved to drink. So much so that his report mentions a bar he’d owned on the edge of the city. The police had questioned his business partner already and got no leads. Still, it was one of the few places Jamie found that was rumored to be a Serpent hangout. It made sense given Luke’s involvement.
I studied the address of the bar. I wasn’t stupid enough to go down there by myself and ask around. But I was stupid enough to go down there if my brother came with me.
I closed out the report and left for the locker room. Once I changed, I called up my brother.
“Hey, Art. Dad okay?”
“He’s dealing. Think he’s about to start a campaign for Trish though. And Mom’s on her flight tonight.”
I cursed softly. “You working tonight?”
“Till ten at the latest. Why?”
“There’s a rumor that the men who took Trish hang out at this bar downtown…I thought maybe we could go.”
There was silence on the other end.
“Art?”
“Lena. Are you serious right now?”
“If we just see one of them and try to get them to tell us anything.”
“They won’t.”
“Please, Art.”
I heard his slow exhale of breath. “Christ, Lena.”
“We have to try.”
“I know this is hard. Waiting around, wondering. But we don’t know what these guys are capable of.”
“We’ll be in a public place.”
“That doesn’t mean shit.”
I rubbed the side of my temple. “Fine, I’ll go by myself.”
“The fuck you will.”
“Then come with me. Worst case, none of them are there.”
“No, the worst would be if they are there and they decide they don’t like us asking questions.”
I sank down on a bench next to my locker. “Maybe if we ask nicely?”
He started to laugh and so did I.
“We might put Trish at more risk,” he commented.
