Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
“Back seat, he laid her down.”
That meant if she was still unconscious, then he wouldn’t see her.
If she woke up, but didn’t want Anderson to know and was playing possum, he wouldn’t see her.
The fuckwad hadn’t had time to stop, hurt her, and then get back on the road.
Hex could only hope the idiot hadn’t hit her hard enough to really hurt her when he knocked her out.
He pulled to the side of the car and got close enough he could see the asshole’s face, but he didn’t want to risk him glancing over, seeing Hex and recognizing him.
He had to have been following them in order to know where Elle was.
He eased off the gas and let a couple of cars move between them, though he didn’t let the fucker out of his sight.
Thankfully, Hex’s truck was common enough the fucker wouldn’t think twice about one on the road with him.
Hell. Hex had passed at least three others just like his, at least on the outside, since they’d started this shit less than thirty minutes before.
“It’s him,” Hex said once he’d dropped back into traffic. “I can’t be sure Elle’s in the car, but make sure Bones is on alert. Even if she’s alert when we get to her and says she’s fine, I want him to take a look. I’m not taking any risks with her.”
“On it,” came Cypher’s voice from every speaker in the truck.
Four miles down the road, he still followed Anderson and Elle, but Hex heard the rumble of several Harleys coming up behind them.
“That Wrath?” he asked without bothering to address anyone.
His phone was still connected to Cypher.
Neither had said much the last few minutes, but Hex had heard the keyboard and a muffled voice in the background that was probably Mud, so he knew the hacker was still there and working.
The sounds of a few key strikes came across the line before Cypher answered.
“Yep, they’re coming up behind you now. Wrath just let Mud know they’ve spotted you. They’re going to stay close by, but not right on your ass. You know how this works.”
“I do,” Hex said despite his dry mouth. He swallowed several times as he let his gaze play across the interstate, making sure Anderson hadn’t slipped away.
He glanced in the mirror and saw more than a half dozen of his brothers approaching.
Elle’s ex changed lanes. Hex waited a moment then did the same, but moved to the outer lane, so he would be there if the fucker realized he was being followed and darted across a lane to exit.
He’d have to thank Wrath later for thinking ahead enough to have them ride without colors.
It would mean Anderson probably wouldn’t realize they were all together, or that they were part of his club. At least not at first.
Hex didn’t think he was smart enough to realize they were following him, but he might be paranoid enough to suspect it even if he couldn’t spot one.
If the fucker suddenly sped up, Hex’s brothers on their bikes would cover that and Hex could catch up.
It was only part of why he was so glad his brothers had caught up with them.
The road narrowed as it led toward the twin bridges, making it harder for one tail, much less two, to remain hidden. They could manage, he had no doubt, but he might need to get Cypher to splice the two calls together so they could coordinate.
“Son of a fucking bitch,” Cypher’s voice came across the line, making Hex glance toward the screen in the dash, then shake his head as he wondered why he’d done it. It wasn’t like it was a video screen so he could see what was going on.
“What?”
“Mud’s found something. Give me a sec, I’ll give you details as soon as I get all the specifics.”
Hex took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to curb his need to demand answers, now. They couldn’t tell him what they didn’t know, and he had to give them time to find it.
“All right, I’m back,” Cypher’s voice was back a few seconds later.
“Mud found that Anderson’s family has property on the eastern shore.
It isn’t in Michael’s name. That’s why I didn’t find it on my initial search.
But since he’s led you to the twin bridges, I’d say odds are good that’s where he’s headed. ”
“The eastern shore is a lot of land to cover, where’s the place exactly?”
“Point Clear.”
Hex did some quick calculations. “So about another half hour.”
“If that’s where he’s going. There’s a decent chance he may stop along the way.
If he stops somewhere in public, that would be the best place to confront him, if we’re looking to avoid violence.
If we’re looking to cause it, I’d say follow him all the way to his place.
There are likely fewer eyes there, but in those neighborhoods, I’d bet at least half the homes have cameras.
It’s not insurmountable, but it would help if I have some lead time.
I can try to hack in and stop them rather than have to go in and wipe the recordings one by one later.
“Do it. I’m not sure which we’ll do yet, but you and Mud can start on that while we stay on his ass. Make sure Wrath knows the plan.”
“Will do. I’m going to mute the phone on my end, but I’m leaving the line connected and I’ll be able to hear you if you say anything.
“Ten-four.”
Hex kept his distance, letting one then another of the men on motorcycles move around and keep an eye on Anderson.
Before long they turned on to the 98 and headed south.
The road was still divided, four lane, so there was no difficulty with several bikes rotating through, and at least one person keeping an eye on Anderson at all times.