Page 26 of Ride the Wind (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 8)

“Still no fucking clue where the hell her friend is. I’m hoping if this car is her’s, it will get us closer to wherever she is.”

I guess that all made sense, but I didn’t know why Ransom was calling me about it. “Good luck.”

“Good luck?” Ransom laughed. “What the hell, man? It looked like you two were a thing.”

Nope. “No. I told you what the deal was between her and I. Nothing going on.”

“You owe me fifty bucks,” I heard Bear bellow in the background.

“No, no,” Ransom insisted. “We didn’t put a timeline on our bet. It can still happen.”

“What the hell are you two betting on?” I asked.

“Nothing,” they replied in unison.

I had a hunch about what they bet on, but I didn’t care. “Then why the hell did you call me?”

“I guess for nothing right now,” Ransom laughed. “Talk to you later, brother.” Ransom ended the call.

I tossed my phone on the bed and groaned.

No.

I did not care about anything that Ransom had told me.

Kerry’s car had not one thing to do with me.

The same went for Reese.

I did not care, and that was the end of it.

Maybe.

*

Chapter Eleven

Reese

“You’re sure this is it?”

I laid my hand on the hood of the dark green car and sighed. “Yeah, this is hers. She loved that decal on the back window.”

“Let’s keep the dumbfuckery to a minimum today,” Bear read. A smile spread across his lips. “I think I like this chick.”

“Kerry was one of a kind.”

“Is,” Ransom corrected. “We don’t know anything yet.”

He was right, but I didn’t think it was a good sign that we had just found her car with no plates and the VIN number scratched off. “So what now?” I asked. “Can tell what happened to her?” It had been a while since I had spent a rainy afternoon watching true crime shows, but I figured Ransom could get a few clues from Kerry’s car.

Ransom put on a pair of plastic gloves and opened the driver’s door. “Once the car gets to Brayton, everything will be fingerprinted and processed. Hopefully, there will be some prints that we’ll be able to pull.” He leaned inside the car. “Her purse is on the passenger floor, and her cell phone is in the cup holder.”

My heart sank.

“If she took off to start a new life, she wouldn’t have taken any of that stuff with her,” Bear pointed out. “She can’t take her past if she wants something new. Is the purse dumped out?”

I tried to peer around Ransom, but I couldn’t see past the steering wheel.

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