now? Maybe even wrecked it and dead in a ditch?”
“Slow the fucking tragedy train down, ol’ man. I’ve still got the car. She was supposed to transfer the down payment to my account, but she never did. And she’s not answering my calls.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Prez, have you tracked her?” Baja asks.
I frown. “Have I what?”
“Don’t you remember that app you had me install on her phone? You can track her with it.”
Fuck, with everything going on over the last few years, I’d forgotten about that. I’d had him do it when she went away to college for her freshmen year.
I pull out my phone and slide my thumb across the screen, searching for the icon. I hit it and soon a map pulls up with a flashing dot. I zoom out. “Jesus Christ. She’s on I-20 between Dallas and Shreveport.”
“Sounds like she’s headed to New Orleans, all right,” Baja says.
I shake my head. “How the fuck did she make it that far? She was home for dinner. Made us Chili.”
“Her chili is the bomb, by the way,” Wildman puts in.
I glare over at him. “Shut up about the damn chili, old man. That’s not the fucking point.”
Utah leans forward and tamps out his cigarette in an ashtray. “Sounds like they drove all night.”
I run a hand down my face, frustration pulling on my last nerve. “I’m gonna kill her.”
“We makin’ a road trip to go get her?” Night Train asks, and if I know him, he’s probably already mapping out the route in his head.
Wildman pulls his chin back with a smirk of disbelief. “All the way to New Orleans? That’s damn near fourteen hundred miles. She’ll come home in a few days. I say let the girl have her fun.”
Darko chuckles at him and folds his arms. “It’s like you don’t know our fearless leader at all.”
Wildman throws his hands in the air, swiveling on Darko. “Just sayin’, what’s the point?” He looks at me. “Just have the New Orleans Chapter pick her up. Problem solved.”
Night Train laughs outright. “And what? Haul her all the way to Colorado for us, and then ride home? You’ve lost your damn mind.”
Utah lifts his chin at me, ignoring his bickering brothers and cuts to the chase. “I think Memphis is down there. Heard he was heading this way soon. He could haul her back and it wouldn’t be out of his way. Besides, doesn’t he owe you one?”
“Yeah, let one of those fucking Nomads be useful for a change,” T Bone mutters.
Baja grins around his smoke. “You’re just jealous of their freedom to come and go as they please, T-Bone.”
Utah disregards their banter. “Call the New Orleans chapter; see if he’s there.”
I tap my thumb against the table, thinking. It’s a lot to ask, but the man does owe me. If he is down there, he’d get to her quicker than I or any of the boys I could send. It’s worth a try. I pull my phone out and make the call.
CHAPTER SIX
Memphis—
“I’ve been trying to find Mom.”
My eyes cut to my sister at her out-of-the-blue pronouncement. She’s got my same dark hair and green eyes. We’re sitting on her front porch in Hattiesburg, her baby girl asleep in her crib inside and the baby monitor on the white wicker table between us. It was a long ride from New Orleans this morning to come see my new and only niece. Baby Brianna is precious and worth every mile I rode to get here.
I look from my sister to the Boston ferns hanging in baskets that gently swing in the warm Mississippi breeze. I’ll never understand my sister’s fascination with trying to find our mother. The two of us were bounced from one foster home to another, until we were finally separated. It took me years to track my sister down, and I was determined to do that, but the mother who gave us up? Not a chance in hell. I’ve got no feelings for her. Dumping us out like a litter of kittens? That’s fucked. We were twins, and the state never should have separated us, but there’s a lot of shit in this world that never should happen.
I look at my twin. She’s married and happy, and I don’t understand why she would spend all this time looking back. “She abandoned us, Kayla. Why the hell would you bother?”
“Maybe that’s not the truth. I’m a mother now. I see things differently. I just need to know. Don’t