“What was the rest of the plan? If you had gotten her?”
“I swear I don’t know. She told me to grab her and get to the car. That she’d handle the rest of it and get the money.”
“Tell me something, Sean. You ever heard of a kidnapping working out like that? The bad guys get away with the money and the child goes home unharmed?”
“No, but this was different. It wasn’t a real kidnapping,” he insisted.
I crossed my arms and met his eyes. “It was a real kidnapping. The mother knew nothing about it. And the local police are currently trying to find you.”
“You’re lying.”
“Why would I lie to you?”
“To make me look guilty so you can kill me.”
I chuckled. “I don’t need a reason. If I want your life, I’ll take it.”
Sean started slowly shaking his head. “You’re saying Mitzie lied to me?”
“I’m saying the mother wasn’t in on it.”
“She lied,” he mumbled to himself as he tried to process this new information. “Why would she lie to me?”
“Would you have done it if the mother didn’t know?”
“Fuck no,” he answered immediately.
“Well, there’s your answer.”
Sean stared at me blankly for several seconds before he closed his eyes and dropped his head. I’d seen it many times during my incarceration—the moment someone realized they’d been swindled.
“That fucking cunt,” he seethed. “She set me up.”
I shrugged. “Kinda looks that way.”
“I swear I didn’t know.”
“So you’ve said.” I held up my hand to stop him before he could say it again. “We know Mitzie was planning on taking the kid to someone. Find out who and why, and we’ll see what we can do for you.”
“You serious?” he asked hopefully.
Trey and I both laughed. “Oh, you ain’t getting out of here unscathed by any means, but if you help us out, you’re less likely to leave here piece by piece.”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” he vowed, and for some reason, I believed him.
7
We moved Sean and Mitzie into the only room in the basement with a camera and headed upstairs to watch the show with the rest of the brothers. The live camera feed was already streaming on the large television mounted on the wall.
“Did we miss anything?” I asked and took my seat at the table.
“Not yet,” Bronze answered.
“You fucking lied to me!” Sean yelled. “Your daughter didn’t know shit about your plan, and now the bikers think I was actually trying to kidnap your granddaughter.”
Mitzie wrinkled her nose in disgust. “You mean my daughter’s daughter. Granddaughter makes me sound like a grandma.”
“It won’t matter what you sound like if you’re dead. They’re gonna kill us, Mitzie. Kill. Us. Now, tell me what the fuck is really going on.”