He glanced around to make sure no one was nearby. “Carbon and Mason were run off the road by another car on the way back to the clubhouse. Mason was knocked out, but Carbon thinks he only lost consciousness for a few moments. He said he heard voices, and when he opened his eyes, their passengers were gone.”
“Did he get a look at the vehicle?” I asked hopefully.
“A light-colored sedan was all he could definitively say.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“I wish I was.”
“How are Carbon and Mason? You said they were okay, right?”
“Carbon’s arm might be broken. Mason has a concussion and a cut that needs stitches. Otherwise, they’re okay. Pissed, but okay.”
“I can’t fucking believe this. I mean, I can, but I can’t.”
“Before you get your knickers in a twist,” Ink said and held up a set of keys, “we’ve got a job to do.”
“What job?”
“We need to go get Lewis’s car and take it back to the clubhouse. We’ve already got a good bit of information on him, but Phoenix wants us to look through it and see if we can find anything useful,” he said and held up a set of keys.
“Where did those come from?”
“Mason searched Lewis while Carbon was getting Leah from the house. He knew we’d have to move the car, so he stuck them in his pocket.”
“That was good thinking. And seriously, knickers? What’s up with your word choices?”
He shrugged, “I’ve been streaming a British series. I like the way they talk.”
We took his truck back to the house Daphne had been showing. Surprisingly, the car was still parked in front of the house. I fully expected it to be gone when we arrived.
“You drive his car. Take the back roads, and don’t make any sudden stops or anything because I’m going to be right on your tail,” Ink said.
“Do you think I should check the trunk first?”
“Why?”
“Because the last time we confiscated a car to search, there was a body in the trunk.”
“Oh, right,” he said. “We’re going to have to move it either way, so it’s really a matter of if you’d rather know or remain oblivious.”
“Fucking hell,” I muttered. What a choice. “I think I’d rather not know.”
“Good. Now let’s get this show on the road.”
“Who put you in charge?”
“You did when you came walking through the parking lot looking dazed and confused.”
“I wasn’t?—”
“You can argue your point later. Let’s get out of here before someone shows up.”
“Fine,” I grumbled and got out of the truck.
Lewis’s car was cleaner than expected, and thankfully, didn’t smell like death. Exhaling in relief, I cranked the car and drove to the clubhouse, sticking to the back roads like Ink suggested.
We arrived at the clubhouse without incident and drove around to the back, parking behind one of the storage sheds. Ink parked his truck and walked over to the passenger side of Lewis’s car while I was still sitting in the driver’s seat. “Come on, man,” he said as he dropped into the seat. “Get your head in the game.”