“Hotel,” she answered.
I nodded. “Where, when, how long you been home?”
She gave me the details.
I nodded again. “I’m paying him a visit, Serena, and I’m reporting this to Knight.”
She bit her fat lip on the side where it wasn’t as fat, then she stopped doing that and nodded back.
“How long before Cher gets here?” I asked.
“She said ten minutes and that was about ten minutes ago.”
I gave her another nod.
“Ice,” I whispered, dipping my head toward her face. “Take some painkillers. Lie down.”
She nodded again then whispered back, “Thanks, Sylvie.”
I caught her eyes and locked my gaze with hers. “Anytime. Know it, babe.”
She nodded yet again.
“Lock doors,” I ordered. “I’ll check in tomorrow.”
“Okay, Sylvie.”
“Ice,” I repeated.
“Okay.”
I looked meaningfully at the door, she closed it and I didn’t move until I heard it lock.
Then I moved quickly to the car but I didn’t jog. I didn’t run. I kept it controlled.
When I got in my car, I called Rhash, Knight’s right hand man.
“Yo,” he answered.
“Yo right back at ‘cha,” I replied. “Got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
“Good,” Rhash replied, a tremor of humor in his voice.
“Right, I’m in an ass-kicking mood and I’m already in my car so there are no delays in going out to kick ass.”
“Fuck,” Rhash muttered, humor gone. He knew what this meant. “What’s the bad news?”
“Serena got worked over and she called me.”
“Fuck,” Rhash clipped.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“How bad? She need Baldy? What?” he asked.
“She says not bad. Just beat up. Cher is coming to look after her. I need an address on her client tonight.”
I waited for him to find it, he gave it to me and I programmed it into my GPS then he asked, “There a reason she didn’t call me or Knight?”