Then I made a decision.
I flipped my phone open and went to my text screen.
Then I typed in, I can’t get to her but if you trade Hawk for me, you got Tack, Chaos MC, Hawk’s boys and probably Mitch Lawson who’ll find her and trade Ginger for me. No tricks. No joke. Him for me and you get Ginger. Deal?
I hit send and stood on the sidewalk waiting. People might have passed but I didn’t notice. I just stood there staring at my phone.
Then it chirped.
I flipped it open.
She’s at 83 Bannock. You get her, text. That’s the deal.
Shit! How did I get my sister out of an FBI safe house?
Shit!
My phone chirped again and I looked down at it.
Call off Chaos or you’ll get a body to bury.
I closed my eyes.
Then I opened them, flipped my phone shut, flipped my phone open and headed to my car as I called Tack.
Tracy would find her way home. She’d be pissed but she’d find her way home. And that home wouldn’t be a penitentiary which was where I was headed.
If I was lucky.
I got Tack’s voicemail, left a message that called him off, flipped my phone shut, got in my car and headed to 83 Bannock.
* * * * *
I sat in my car on Bannock two houses down from 83, staring at it and thinking it was a rather nice house and didn’t look like a safe house at all. Not, of course, that I knew what safe houses looked like but still.
I flipped my phone open and I went to my texts.
I typed in, Before I do this, I want proof Hawk’s all right. No pictures. I want to hear his voice.
Then I hit send.
I sat again in suspended time as I stared at my phone.
It rang, unknown caller, I sucked in breath, flipped it open and put the phone to my ear.
“Hello,” I whispered.
“Baby, do not do this shit,” Hawk growled in my ear and my eyes filled with tears as they closed.
“I’m doing it, Cabe,” I whispered, the tears sliding down my cheeks.
“Do not do it, Gwen.”
“I’m drowning,” I was still whispering.
“Gwen –”
“In you and I don’t want to come up for air.”