Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,85
out too.”
“Fuck. Anything else?”
“That’s all we know so far.”
I shake my head trying to clear the vestiges of the hangover fogging my brain. Ah, it’s probably a new case we’ll be working on. Hoping I won’t have to damage my knee again this time, I listen out for what duties I’ll be assigned. Another hope is that we won’t be using the plane. I fucking hate flying.
Pip bows his head, his fingers pinching the brow of his nose. It’s only a few seconds before he raises his eyes again and starts barking his orders out.
“I don’t like this. I don’t like it one bit. Snatcher, Stormy, Thor, Preacher and Road. You get over there and check the place out. Keep your eye out for any fuckin’ thing. You know your jobs, report back anything you find. The rest of us will get back to base and start digging around. Hopefully it will all be for nothing, but it’s too much of a fuckin’ coincidence that all the electronics were taken out.”
I don’t know what part I’m supposed to play, but I’m sure someone will tell me. I glance around for my partner, but Swift isn’t around. Did she say she was going home, last night? My memory isn’t clear, but I think that she had. If so, maybe she’s been contacted and is on her way now.
“Anything for us to do, Prez?”
“Nah, Grinch. Just keep things here going for now. I’ll let you know if there’s anything I need.”
Snatcher starts making a move to the door. Bleary-eyed, I go to follow him out, wishing I’d taken the time for a piss before leaving, but I’d feel like a kid were I to have to ask permission. They’re in a hurry to get wherever we’re going. I just hope it’s not too far.
Preacher pushes a gun into my hand as I go past him. “Not sure what we’re heading into, Brother. Need you tooled up.”
I start to sober. Whatever’s going on, it’s serious.
“Could be a fuckin’ trap,” Stormy murmurs, walking past.
“So I want you set up. Duty tell you the vantage point?” Snatcher’s surprisingly patient.
“Yeah. And I’m equipped.” Stormy taps his ear for some reason, and I notice he’s got some kind of device in it.
As far as I’m aware, he’s not deaf, so it must be a communication device.
I could ask what this is all about, but it seems I was late to the party and everyone else knows. So a bit sheepish that I appear to be the only one under the weather, I just follow them out, hoping it won’t be too long until I can relieve my bladder.
My tongue licks my teeth as I ride. They feel furry as hell. But having seen the brothers with hair uncombed, something’s so urgent there’s no time for us even to go through the briefest of morning routines. For one, I’m in desperate need of a shower. Last night’s beer seems to be seeping through my pores.
Glad it appears to be somewhere local as we’re not heading out toward the airfield and the plane, I just tag behind the other four men who seem to know where they have to go. Pip said her. But is it a woman or child we’ll be rescuing, and shouldn’t we have discussed a plan?
Although my hangover headache still throbs, my adrenaline has started to rise. I’m part of a team and we’ve got a job to do. The feeling is similar to that which I used to get when I was poised on the starting line.
After about a mile or so, Stormy peels off, but not having been issued with any other instruction, I follow Snatcher and the rest of the pack.
We come to a house on the outskirts of town. It’s small, the yard looks in good order, and the building itself is full of charm. But one thing it doesn’t shout is money. If someone’s been kidnapped from here, I can’t think that there are dollars behind any motivation. Unless, of course, there’s a rich relative somewhere in the wings. Hey, look at me, I’m starting to think like the Utah members.
Snatcher leads us straight onto a driveway, parking right outside the house. I note we’re not trying to be discreet and wonder why the difference. In Santa Barbara, we never met the family involved.
Bracing myself to find distraught parents who’ve lost a child or a husband beside himself missing a wife, or even a woman in tears if her man