Spark of Hope (MacKenny Brothers #3) - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,8

in that way. Sean and I will head in through the front door,” I whisper.

“What about me?” asks Logan.

“You get to wait out here and keep out of trouble.”

He looks like he’s going to argue with me, then changes his mind and shrugs. “Whatever.”

“I mean it. Stay here.” I lock eyes with him for a moment, and Sean slaps my chest. He has his gun out, and I pull mine out too.

Sean pushes on one of the doors, opening it enough so we can slip in through the crack. The door makes a loud screeching noise as it slides, so David is going to know he’s got company.

“Who’s there?” a voice yells out.

“I’m looking for a David Tucker,” I yell back.

Sean has his gun up, he’s holding onto it with two hands, and he signals with a head gesture that he’s going to advance further into the warehouse.

“Who are you?”

“The name’s Kyle MacKenny.”

“Shit. You’re that biker.”

“That’d be me. You’re David, right?”

“It wasn’t me.”

Sean moves to the left, and when he’s out of my line of sight, I copy his movements and advance. It’s not good if he’s in front of me, and I accidentally shoot him.

“What wasn’t you?”

David steps out of the office, arms raised. “I didn’t take Lola. They…” he pauses as he spots Sean. “They asked me to help, but I said no. Lola has always been nice to me.”

Cutter emerges from behind a drum holding a finger to his lips, so neither Sean nor I acknowledge his existence, and quietly he approaches David. I hold up my gun and put it back in its holster in a placating gesture. “Okay, man. Who took Lola?”

David reaches behind his back, but Cutter grabs his arm and pulls it up, twisting, then bends him over a workbench. The man screams, and I’m not sure if it’s from pain or surprise.

Cutter takes a gun off him and holds it up. “Look what I found,” he quips gleefully.

Sean advances, takes the gun off Cutter, all the while keeping his gun trained on David. I move in and signal for Cutter to let him go. He straightens up, rubbing his arm and looking wildly around the room.

“Be calm. Just tell us what we want to know.”

“It’s Yvette. It’s all her. Once they started talking about using Lola, I was out.”

“How were they going to use Lola?” I ask.

“To get to you.” I raise my eyebrows and put my hands on my hips. “It’s true.”

“How?”

“She owes a debt. Yvette doesn’t care about Lola. She never has.”

“That’s a fucking lie!” yells Logan from the front of the warehouse.

I hold up a hand, but the kid keeps coming. He runs straight into my hand, causing me to rock back on one foot, then tries to get around me.

“She’s not like that! Mom loves Lola. She wouldn’t do that!”

“Mom? So, Yvette is your mom?” asks David.

Logan stops trying to get around me. His eyes are filled with tears. “She wouldn’t.”

With my hand on his shoulder, I stare at David. “Why did she want to get to me?”

“She didn’t,” yells Logan.

“They figured you’d pay what she owes.”

Logan wrenches himself away from me and runs toward the front of the building.

“Sean, you find out what we need to know.” I point at Cutter. “Sean’s in charge. You follow his lead. You feel me?”

“I get it. I’m not allowed to kill the snitch,” replies Cutter in a bored tone.

“Where are you going?” asks Sean.

I point in the direction Logan ran. “To find the kid.”

By the time I get on my bike, he’s run to the end of the street and around the corner. Pulling up beside him, I match his pace with my bike.

“Get on, kid.”

“I’m not a kid!”

I nod. “Fair enough. Get on, Logan.”

“Fuck you!”

I’m tired, I’m worried about Lola, and I don’t have time to be babysitting a kid who wants to argue with me. Speeding ahead, I park my bike, get off, and when he gets to me, I shove him back, hard. So hard, he lands on his butt.

“You’re an asshole!”

“Look, Logan. All I want is Lola. You are Lola’s brother, so that makes me sort of responsible for you.” I hold out my hand and stare into his eyes. “Get on the fucking bike.”

Logan slaps my hand and gets to his feet himself. “She’s not my sister.”

Scrubbing a hand over my face, I put my hands on my hips and look up at the sky. I don’t fucking have time for this.

“Okay, Logan. Yvette is