23. Inferno
“We weren’t able to track the email address.”
I slam my fist on the table, rattling Viking’s cell which is sitting in the middle on speakerphone with Trooper.
“What the fuck are you good for then?” I bark.
“Inferno,” Viking snaps. “Get a grip.”
I sink back into my chair and scrub my hands over my face. I told Emmy we’d be able to track this guy, and now I’m gonna have to tell her we can’t.
“It’s okay, Viking,” Trooper says. “Now that we know who Emmaline is to Inferno, I can forgive his rage. I’d burn the heavens and the Earth to save my girl if I were in his shoes. We all would.”
“I don’t need your understanding. I need your help.”
“All I can say is that this guy is good. There isn’t much we can’t crack. Unfortunately, this email is one of the things that’s stumping us.”
We aren’t helpless when it comes to technology, but as living, breathing, humans, Trooper and his chapter are better. If they can’t figure it out, we’re fucked.
“This guy took pictures outside her house,” I say, feeling the weight of the world settle on my shoulders. “Her house, man. I need to be able to ensure her safety, and I can’t do that if I don’t know who he is.”
“Yeah, those pictures were rough,” Trooper acknowledges. “I’d kill a man who spied on me like that.”
“And that’s exactly what I want to do!” I exclaim, throwing my hands in the air. “I want to find him and kill him.”
“I thought Reaper was the one with the power to kill?”
“He is. But fire isn’t exactly without consequences.”
“True.”
Just then, the door to the room flies open, and Makayla barrels toward Viking.
“What’s wrong?” he demands.
“She’s gone,” Makayla cries. “Emmy’s gone.”
I jump to my feet and start tearing through the clubhouse. “Emmy!” I shout, over and over. “C’mon, this isn’t funny!”
“She’s not here, Inferno,” Makayla yells when I return to the common area, where she and my brothers are now standing.
“What’s going on there?”
Viking is holding his cell so we can still hear Trooper.
“Emmy’s gone,” Pres tells his counterpart.
“Gone where?” Trooper asks.
“That’s what we need to figure out,” I bark and turn to Makayla. “Tell me exactly what happened.”
“I don’t know. We were talking, and she got a text. She wanted to make a call in private, so I told her where the bathroom was. She was gone so long, I went looking for her to make sure she was okay, and the bathroom was empty. Her car is gone too.”
“So, she has her cell on her?” Trooper asks.
“I assume so,” Makayla replies. “It wasn’t in the bathroom.”
“If she kept it on, we can track that for sure. Inferno, text me her number.”
I take my own cell out and send him her contact info.
“Got it,” he confirms. “Gimme a few minutes, and I’ll call you back.”
He disconnects the call, and I rush for the door.
“Where are you going?” Acid calls after me.
“To get Emmy.”
“You don’t even know where she is,” Demo says calmly.
I whirl around and ball my fists at my sides, Flames dance between my fingers and up my arms. My anger is rearing its ugly head, and I don’t give a fuck who sees it.
“Give Trooper a few minutes,” Viking coaxes. “No sense riding around blind.”
I glance at my screen to check the time. “He’s got two more minutes.”
One and a half go by when Viking’s phone rings. He answers and puts it on speakerphone.
“Tell me you’ve got her,” I say.
“We do,” Trooper confirms. “I’m sending you her location. Seems she’s somewhere out in the country, and she’s stationary. The red dot will move on the map you have if she moves.”
“Let’s roll,” Viking orders. “Thanks, Trooper. I’ll keep you posted.”
He hangs up and shoves the device in his cut pocket. Then we all stride outside, climbing on our bikes. Makayla stands in the doorway, a look of concern in her eyes. She knows we can’t die, but it’s still scary seeing your man roll out for battle.
I circle my brothers with my Harley, kicking up dust.
“I hope you fuckers can keep up because I’m not waiting on you!”