There's no way you can find me in time now, no way you can get the little blond snatch back."
He hangs up and I move to throw my phone at the wall, stopping only at the last second when my brain kicks in.
I need some fucking help and I need it right the fuck now.
Getting Odie back alive and untouched is the first fucking priority, nothing else matters right the fuck now.
I call Harbin again but it goes straight to voicemail. Roxas’s does the same, fuck everything.
The kid doesn't pick up either.
Deep fucking breath, I remind myself that don’t need to be breaking my phone.
I think I know what causes people to snap and carve innocent people up because, fuck me, I need something to take the edge off right now.
It almost kills me, but I call the Coyote. Odie is worth whatever it takes to get her back. She’s worth everything.
"What's up, man? You got some green you wanna hand over or something?"
I blow out a breath and try to calm the rage enough to speak to the cockhead. I can’t have him hanging up because it’ll only waste time having to track him the fuck down. “Fair warning; tonight isn't looking good for your attitude man, so lose it before you lose your head. I need you to trace a couple of phone numbers for me."
He snorts at me. "Oh yeah? Maybe I'll just hang up then and go back to jerking off. That's a little more interesting than your shitty attitude."
Fuck this, I’ll gut him once I’m done with D’Ardo. I clench my jaw so hard it makes a crunching noise. "I'll transfer you double the last payment if you answer your phone to me all night and give me the information I need without the lip. Fuck, I'll triple it if you find what I need."
Silence.
Fucking silence.
"Gimme the numbers. What the fuck has happened to you?" He says, the jokes and sarcastic tone gone. Good. If ever there was a day for the little shit to get serious, this is fucking it.
I want to tell him I'm about to kill the Jackal, the Vulture, every suit that ever showed up to the auctions, and any guy I've ever seen buying skin. Fuck, I kinda wanna kill anyone with a dick in the Bay.
I don't tell him that.
Instead, I read out Harbin and Roxas's numbers and then, hesitating for the slightest of seconds, but I think fuck it and read out D'Ardo's too.
"Fuck man, you want me spying on another member of the Twelve? You guys still got beef or something?"
"Something like that. Is he at the vaults or not?"
The Coyote grunts down the phone, the tapping of his keyboard as loud as fuck but at least I know he's doing the job. I stare down at the pile of vomit and blow out a frustrated breath. I can’t find her if I lose my goddamn head.
“The first two numbers are both down at the docks. I mean at the fishing side, nowhere near your digs. The Jackal is showing up at his vaults but he's definitely not there. I've tracked his bodyguard’s phone and that's showing up crossing state lines. It’s moving, they’re in a car. There's no way Luca is going anywhere without the Jackal. He doesn't take a shit without Luca watching and wiping his ass.”
Luca.
The blond idiot.
"How the fuck do you know this?"
He laughs. "Fuck, man, do you know how many times the Jackal has tried to kill me? I keep an eye on what the little deranged psycho is up to on the regular."
I move to the bedroom to start strapping on extra weapons, enough that I could take out the entire Bay without running out of bullets. "Why the fuck are you telling me this? I could be lying to you for all you know. I could tell D'Ardo about this little conversation and get you in the shit with your little fuck buddy friend, the Crow."
My phone buzzes and I move it away from my ear to find the coordinates for the phone locations there. Fuck. D’Ardo has a three hour lead on me. I take a fucking deep breath.
I lift the phone back to my ear right as the Coyote says, "You know the Wolf killed my mom for me, right? Gutted the selfish cunt while she slept in her bed. Never said a word about it to anyone, never narked on me to the Crow or fucking anything."