Midnight Wreckage - Winter Travers Page 0,5
phone number.” She raised her eyebrow. “Do ya?”
Queenie was God knows where, and I was standing here arguing with Kimber. “Get her number.” And as soon as she did, it was going to be programmed into my phone.
Kimber winked and clicked her tongue. “You got it.”
“I don’t know how you didn’t hear her leave,” Quinn mumbled.
I had a total of maybe eight hours of sleep for the past four days. As soon as my head hit the back of the couch and I took a second to just fucking relax, I was passed the fuck out. “Last I checked, I’m the one who is—”
Kimber cut me off with a glare and swiped her finger across her lips. “Hey, Petra!” she called into the phone. “You wouldn’t by chance have Queenie’s phone number, would you?”
I glared at Quinn but kept my mouth shut. I wasn’t going to put up with whatever guilt trip he was about to lay on me. It wasn’t like Queenie walked out the front door banging a spoon on a pot or something. Her ass snuck out of the house because she sure as hell knew I wasn’t about to let her leave on her own.
Kimber listened for a second. “No, no. Everything is fine. We, uh, think Queenie just went for a walk, and we wanted to make sure she was okay. We just need her number.” She hit the speakerphone button and held it out in front of her. “I just put you on speaker so Sledge can enter the number into his phone,” she explained.
“You think Queenie should be out walking right now?” Petra asked, concerned.
“No,” I barked, “just give me her number.”
Kimber glared at me. “You know you get a whole hell of a lot more bees if you use a little honey.”
“Flies,” Petra called.
“What?” Kimber asked.
“Not bees, flies. You collect more flies with honey, not bees.”
Kimber smiled wide. “That, too.”
“The number,” I called. Jesus Christ. It was liking talking in circles when these chicks were involved with anything. They couldn’t stay on topic to save their lives.
Petra rattled off the number. “But don’t call her.”
“Why?” Quinn asked.
“Because she isn’t going to answer to any of you. She’ll think you’re a telemarketer or that I gave you her number. Let me call her and try to figure out where she is and then I’ll tell you.”
My finger hovered over the button to connect the call. “What makes you think she’s going to answer you?”
“Because I’m her friend? I mean, it’s worth a shot, right?” Petra mumbled something and then her voice came back clear. “Give me two minutes. I’ll call you back.”
She ended the call, and I glared down at the phone.
“She has ninety seconds and then I’m calling her.”
Quinn walked over to the pizza and flipped back the top. “Just enough time to eat a piece.” He grabbed a slice and shoved half of it into his mouth.
“I told you to eat a piece on the way over,” Kimber nagged.
Quinn shrugged. “I figured I could make it the short drive over. Now that we’re about to do a recon mission to find Queenie, I need to fuel up.”
A minute later, Kimber’s phone vibrated in her hand. She swiped to answer the call and put it on speaker. “You’re on speaker.”
“So are you,” Petra laughed. “Rhino and Dyno are here, too.”
They both mumbled their hellos.
“Where is she?” I asked. I didn’t give a fuck that Rhino and Dyno were on the line. We were probably going to need them to help find Queenie.
“She’s at the gas station.”
“Which one?” Kimber asked.
Petra cleared her throat. “The one where she got shot and they took Gunner from.”
“What is she doing there?” Quinn asked.
“I don’t know,” Petra replied, “but she didn’t sound good.”
“What do you mean?” I demanded.
Petra waited a beat before she replied. “She was crying. I don’t know what she’s doing or why she’s there, but I’m on the way over there.”
“No,” I thundered.
Petra scoffed. “Yes, Sledge. I’m on—”
I cut her off. “I’m going there. I’ll get her and bring her home.”
Petra tried to argue with me, but I was already halfway to the door. I pulled my keys from my pocket and ran down the steps.
Whatever the hell Queenie was doing, she didn’t need to be alone.
*
Chapter Five
Still here…
Queenie
My ass was planted on the hard curb and my eyes were glued to the dark red stain on the pavement.
I had made it out of the apartment without waking Sledge, but as soon as I