Maccon pulled it out from the stack of crap sitting next to him on the floor. “This one?”
I flipped to the last page to see a fading polaroid with the wordFuckerscribbled on the white part. “This has to be our man.”
Maccon took a long look at it. “He looks like a motherfucking cho-mo.”
“I think it’s time for you to call Hawk.” I nodded to Maccon as he shook his head.
“You’re the one making that damn call. You dragged me all the way out here, so you can tell my pops about this one.”
I snarled at him. “Fucking pussy.”
“Takes one to know one.”
I tapped Hawk’s name in my contact list, and he answered right away.
“For fuck’s sake, Hardgrave. It’s about damn time you called me back,” Hawk’s gravelly voice barked into the phone.
I dove into telling him everything as he stayed quiet. “You there?” I finally asked after I spilled my guts about the entire situation.
He coughed a few times. “Yeah, I’m here. You should have told me right away.”
“I didn’t know if we would find anything or not,” I explained.
“Call Bear. He’ll be able to help you out and get y’all into a safe house if you find the girl. They’re the closest ones to your location.”
Bear was the vice president of the charter for the Unacceptables in Atlanta. His name was all you needed to know about him; he was a fucking beast and a force to be reckoned with.
“Will do.”
“Call me at the first sign of trouble, and keep my boy safe,” Hawk growled.
“I will. Hey, one more thing.”
Hawk’s tone was sharp. “What?”
“Can you get one of the guys to work on my bike while I am gone. I kinda had to leave it just sitting there.”
“Sure thing, brother. I’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
I tossed my cell onto the desk. “We should head to that address and stake the place out.”
Maccon scowled at me. “Shouldn’t we call for backup first?”
I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to rack my brain for the best plan for the situation. “What if it’s another dead end and we drag guys down here for nothing?”
“What if we’re going into a bee’s nest with no one to cover our asses?”
Maccon was right. I needed to learn the whole safety-in-numbers thing.
“Fine, but you’re calling the Atlanta guys.”
Maccon pulled his phone out of the inside pocket of his cut. “Fair.”
Chapter 3