The Secrets We Hide (The Four #2) - Becca Steele Page 0,6
started pummelling the punchbag, needing to take out my frustrations on something. Weston sat up from the weights bench, grabbing a towel, his eyes widening as he took in Zayde’s expression.
“What is it?”
“Docks,” he threw over his shoulder, already heading back up the stairs, and my stomach lurched.
Cassius pulled up in the same place we’d stopped last time, behind a black-and-chrome motorbike with a guy standing next to it. Lloyd “Mack” Mackenzie. An intimidating-looking fucker—shaved head, tatted up, dressed in bike leathers, a black bandana covering the lower part of his face. His dark eyes swung to us before his attention zeroed in on Zayde.
Zayde climbed out and went to speak to him, talking in low tones, then beckoned us over.
Mack met my eyes as I came to a stop in front of him. “Rich boy.” I nodded at him, clenching and unclenching my fists, on edge. He must’ve read the impatience in my eyes because he got to the point straight away. “The security guard was overheard arguing with someone on the phone earlier—another one of Creed’s boys was keeping an eye out. He didn’t catch the conversation, but he heard the guard say something about ‘holding the girl captive.’ Someone turned up at the gate, waiting to be let out, and he had to get out of there.”
He grabbed his helmet from the bike seat and straddled the bike. “I came by to check it out after hours, and the security guard is nowhere to be seen. Been watching the place for the last hour, and there’s no sign of him. If you want another look round, now’s your chance.”
I didn’t wait to hear any more. I ran towards the docks, Z, Cass and West right alongside me, as the bike roared off behind us.
We reached the empty guard hut, and Weston went straight to the camera feeds. “Gate camera’s still on the blink.” He shrugged. “Makes life easier. Just avoid these areas.” He cycled through the feeds, indicating the spaces the working cameras were pointing at, mostly facing the water.
“Let’s start at the building where we found Winter’s phone,” Cass suggested.
“Yeah. That’s what I think, too.” Fuck, my voice was coming out all hoarse. I gritted my teeth. We’d find her. There was no other option.
Stalking down the same corridor as before, I came to an abrupt halt, Cassius running into my back.
“Cade!” Weston’s harsh whisper-shout sounded close to my ear.
“I see it,” I muttered.
We stood over the body lying on the floor in front of us. I nudged it with my foot, carefully flipping it over.
I took in the details—a short, stocky guy, shaved head, a crooked nose, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, with a radio clipped to his belt. As I moved him, my eyes were drawn to the area just above his ear. The whole side of his head was caved in, a pool of blood spreading underneath. An iron bar lay discarded a few feet away, stained red.
The smell of blood filled the air, a coppery, metallic tang, catching in my throat.
I hoped like fuck that this blood only belonged to the dead guy. Winter…no. She was going to be okay. There was no other option.
Weston made a gagging sound, turning away. Zayde stared impassively at the body, then pulled out his phone.
“I need another favour… Yeah. Clean-up crew… Same place.”
He ended the call. “I’m going to meet the others. Check the rest of the building.”
“I’m going with him. I need some fresh air.” Weston scrubbed a hand across his face, blowing out a breath, then disappeared back down the corridor. I stood, still staring down at the body, trying to process everything. What the fuck had happened here?
Cassius came to stand beside me. “He’ll never get a chance to get ahead in life, now,” he commented, using the toe of his shoe to point to the dead guy’s skull.
Twisting around, I stared at him.
“Get it? Ahead? His head?”
I raised a brow. “Really. You got jokes, now?”
“I’ve always got jokes.” He shrugged.
“Right…” I cleared my throat. “Get your head in the game. Come on.”
We started walking down the corridor, avoiding the pool of blood that had spread around the body.
“Cade!”
My brother’s urgent shout from the doorway sent me spinning around, and I was standing in front of him before I was even aware I’d moved. “What? Is it Winter?”