Page 236 of Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout)
“You can give Nash a heads-up on the way and then tap that creepy source network of yours to find me Anthony Hugo.”
We were ten minutes out of town with two credib
le locations for the biggest crime lord in Washington D.C. One of the sources even coughed up the gate code for the property. Lucian Rollins was a scary motherfucker.
His phone rang again.
“This is Lucian.” He listened for a few seconds then handed me the phone. “For you.”
It was probably my brother bitching me out for taking the law into my own hands. “What?” I said.
“Knox. Grim here.”
Grim was the high-stakes poker-playing, mostly almost-legal motorcycle club president.
“This is not a good time to plan another poker game, man.”
“Not poker-related. Club business. Got some info I thought you might be interested in.”
“Unless it’s the whereabouts of Anthony or Duncan Hugo, I’m not interested.”
“Then you’re about to be real interested. That pretty little waitress of yours just marched her fine ass right on into Duncan Hugo’s new chop shop.”
My heart was hammering away against my rib cage. “What did you just say?”
“My guys have been sitting on the building for reasons.”
“I’m not the cops,” I reminded him.
“Let’s just say some local businesses aren’t real happy about the competition.”
Translation: Grim’s club was planning to hit the chop shop.
“Been keeping tabs on all the comings and goings. Just got photo confirmation. She’s a twin, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I remember her talking about her twin sister at the last game. Looks like she wasn’t bullshitting about the twin. Bitch had Naomi handcuffed to the dashboard.”
I dropped my foot on the accelerator. “Address,” I demanded.
FORTY-EIGHT
THE OL’ SWITCHEROO
Naomi
“Five…four…three…two…”
“Wait! What makes you think Waylay knows where whatever the hell you’re looking for is?” I asked, desperate to keep Duncan distracted from his deadly countdown. “She’s just a child.”
“Mmmph mmm,” Waylay grumbled, clearly offended.
Tina didn’t say anything. Her eyes were glued to Duncan, and I was surprised he hadn’t caught fire from the flames shooting out of them. The man had no idea the fuse he’d just lit. I only hoped my sister’s impending explosion wouldn’t get us all killed.
“Simple addition. Tina took the flash drive, and it disappeared. Only one other person in that house. The little brat who likes technology and stealin’ stuff.”
“Tina told you it disappeared?”
