Spark of Hope (MacKenny Brothers #3) - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,39

gripping my cell tightly to my ear. “Lola!” I roar. “Lola!”

Angus pries the cell out of my hands while I look wildly around the room and begin to pace. My gaze settles on Logan.

“It was Lola. She said she was with Suzie.”

“But isn’t Suzie a part of it?” asks Logan.

“It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Are you sure it was her?” asks Beth.

I nod and glance at Angus, who has his cell to his ear and is talking to someone. There’s a gleam in his eye when he smiles at me.

“What?”

My brothers stumble up out of the basement, one by one. Looking from me to Angus and then around the room.

“What the fuck?” asks Sean.

Angus holds up a hand and continues to talk to the person on the line. Sweat drips down my back as I stare at my brother. My patience is worn so thin that I fear I might take my worry, anger, and helplessness out on him if he doesn’t tell me what that fucking smile means.

For what feels like an eternity, Angus talks on his cell, then he nods at me. “We’ve found her. Suzie’s cell is still on. We have her location.”

“Let’s ride.”

I’m heading for the door when Sean’s hand clamps down on my shoulder. “Brother, take a breath and tell me what happened.”

“Lola was on the line. She said she was with Suzie and then nothing.”

“My friend traced the cell. It’s still on. We have a location on it,” says Angus.

“Should we call the police?” asks Annette.

“No,” I reply flatly.

Annette stares at Lochlan, who shakes his head. “Babe, this is family business. We take care of our own.”

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means we don’t go to the police. How can we? We’ve got a woman tied up in the basement, and Lola’s missing, and we haven’t reported it.” Annette nods at me. “Let us get Lola back.”

Annette crosses her arms and nods. Lochlan kisses her on the cheek, and I keep going toward the front door.

“Wait,” yells Beth.

“What now?” I ask in frustration as I throw my arms in the air.

“What do we do with Yvette?”

“Keep her hidden. Keep her in the basement. And keep Logan away from her.”

Logan is still sitting at the table. He hasn’t moved. He’s staring at me with an intensity that, for someone so young, betrays the innocence he no longer has. Glancing at Sean, he’s staring at him too, and without making eye contact with me, he nods.

With a sigh, I glance back at Logan. “You ride with me.”

Harley Davidsons are loud. Have you ever noticed when you’re trying to be quiet, the sound is amplified by a factor of about a million? We made the decision long before we left that we were going to ride in. Now, as we speed down the street to where Angus said Suzie’s cell phone is located, I wish we’d come in a nice, quiet car.

Suzie’s vehicle is parked out front.

Pulling up, I’m off my bike. I point at Logan, who goes to stand out on the road. We agreed earlier he’d keep out of harm’s way until I came and got him. Logan agreed, although looking into his eyes, I’m not sure he’ll keep his end of the bargain.

Sean is beside me, gun drawn, as we run toward the door of the warehouse. Angus pulls up in his van, and I’m sure my brothers are either charging toward the warehouse or staying with Logan.

Sean goes through the door first, kicking it open, and I blindly follow. Gunshots sound out, and I feel one whizz past my head, but I keep going. Sean returns fire, yelling. It sounds more like a roar as he pulls out another gun, firing shots from both.

I do a quick sweep of the room. It’s largely empty except for the lone figure of a woman tied to a chair. Her red hair catches my attention, and I watch as she forces herself backward and onto the floor. Whoever she is, she’s smart.

Angus comes into the room, gun out. I’ve never seen my younger brother with a gun, and it looks alien to me. He nods at me as he keeps his gun pointed down and runs toward the redhead. I keep going, following Sean.

Whoever was firing at us isn’t anymore.

The air is filled with the smell of gunfire. There are two men and a woman huddled together, guns on the floor, hands raised. Sean strikes one of the men in the face with the butt