Sawyer (Great Wolves Motorcycle Club, #5)

by Jayne Blue

  In fact, Georgie snatched her up. Did he know she was there at the mall alone? Did he wait around at the mall?

  More importantly, how did he know that no one would be looking for Alexis? Because no one did.

  Sawyer

  Raleigh proved to be the break I needed. I knew she would be. I had names, picture, and a possible route.

  I wanted to know where they were starting, how they were moving, and where they were ending their human trafficking operation.

  Larry and I poured over the addresses that Raleigh had fished out about Georgie and new money in Grand City. I called in Steel and Ridge, too. We needed to flesh out their movements before we stopped them cold.

  “Here, they’re starting here. Since we burned down their storage facility, they’ve moved to a new one on LaPierre.” Steel looked at the map. He was born and raised in Grand City and he knew every street.

  “What’s out there?”

  “It’s near the railroad depot. Shitty area. No one would notice a truck loading, unloading, parking. It’s also near a big highway exit. Truckers are always in and out of there.”

  Steel painted the picture of just how they could be moving girls through Grand City.

  There was a knock on the door.

  “Come in.”

  Stone walked in.

  “Yeah?”

  “I have something to add to your map.”

  “What?”

  “The end point. Motor Court at I-94.”

  “What did you find?” Stone Hawkins was not a talkative man. Hearing him tell what he found made us all sick.

  “So I saw the maroon car of our friend Georgie pulling out of there when I was on patrol in that part of town. I debated whether to follow it or go in the motel and get a closer look. I went with that.”

  “Blood on your leather there.” Larry pointed out.

  “Yeah, you’ll have that.”

  “What did you find?” I asked.

  “Evil asshole, likely the last customer of a long day. I have his wallet. Here.”

  “You’re sure he’d been with a girl?” I said as I opened the wallet and looked through it. It had everything; his license, grocery store shopping card, and cash.

  “Also, have his phone SIM card. I destroyed the phone.”

  “Good. What did you do to him?”

  “He won’t be raping under-aged girls anymore,” Stone said.

  “Did you hide him?”

  “It’s handled. And he was probably the last of a dozen in that room.”

  “How do you know?”

  “He shared the information.”

  “Good work. Go get cleaned up.” Larry and I looked at each other. I hope Stone had covered his tracks. I felt not one bit of worry about what he had done. Evil deserved to be punished. Now we had, at least, one place the Russians were using to farm out their services.

  A plan was developing. Everyone wanted to move fast. I pulled back on the reigns. If we did it right, we would strike so completely that the Russians would be gone for good.

  We were closing in on their operation. Thanks to Stone, one less evil pedophile coward predator asshole was above earth.

  Though I was a little worried. I had no idea of Stone knew how to properly dispose of a body. Some days I need fucking Post-It notes on my Harley to keep the shit straight that had to be checked.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Bess

  I had spent a frustrating few days waiting on judges, waiting for a foster placement for Alexis, and waiting for the next shoe to drop with my custody proceedings.

  Chris and I were not speaking except through attorneys. Henry’s pick up and drop off were now as icy as Lake Superior in February.

  I had so many things to worry about that I should not have been thinking about Sawyer. During the day, honestly, I could go long stretches of meetings and paperwork and looking over foster situations for Alexis with Cassidy, that he didn’t enter my mind.

  At night, though, that is all I could think about.

  As I puzzled over Alexis’s case, I wished for not only his arms around me but his mind. He had a unique combination of street-smart and common sense that could have helped me.

  He didn’t want to help me anymore. He didn’t want me anywhere near him and I had to accept that.

  When my phone finally rang from Detective Murray, it was not the news I was looking for.

  “What?” My social skills were deteriorating as my problems mounted.

  “It’s not what you want to hear?” Murray was a good man. I knew that and I knew he was about to crush me.

  “The judge let Georgie go.”

  “On bail, go on bail.”

  “No, as in no charges.”

  “The prosecutor said they didn’t have enough, the judge agreed that a single i.d. in a lineup from a girl who was recently on heroin wasn’t enough. He also had a decent attorney I might add.”

  “Son of a bitch, so not only is he going free you also didn’t press him to give up the rest of his crew.”

  “You can’t press a man who doesn’t have prison time hanging over his head.”

  “Shit Murray what the hell am I supposed to tell that girl. You met her. You know she’s reliable.”

  “Tell her I’m sorry.” Murray was defeated and I just did not have it in me to reassure him. I felt the same way and so frustrated I could scream.

  “Yeah, that will help.”

  I hung up. Murray would have to make his own peace with a system that let Georgie walk around scot-free. Just as I had to make peace with the hundreds of kids that I didn’t make one bit of difference to.

  I grabbed my coat and popped in on Cassidy.

  “I have some bad news to deliver to Alexis and I think you should be there with me. Got a bit of time?

  “Of course.” Cassidy and I drove over to the group home and she got to experience the same outrage I did over the fact that Alexis’s positive identification had not done a damn thing in the eyes of the law.

  “While I’ve got you here...something’s been bugging me.”

  “What?”

  “Alexis told me she didn’t run away. She said she was just out when Georgie grabbed her.”

  “Who told you she was?”

  “Norm, he was the one who worked on her file before.”

  “And Kirstin, what if she didn’t run away?”

  “Her foster parents believed that she ran away.”

  “Yes, and they’re good foster parents. Still, what if she was snatched the same way as Alexis? When the parents think it’s a runaway, they don’t report it.” I pointed out.

  “Who worked on Kirstin’s case?” Cassidy had not worked on that one and was not as well versed in the details.

  “Norm said he was handling it.”

  “What about DeAndra?”

  “Same thing Norm says she ran away. He said from all the evidence on her social networks and her case history, that’s what he told her foster placement as well.”

  “Hm. Well, I will talk to him again. Maybe we are missing something in all the files. He’s a master at tracking these cases.”

  “Yes, good idea.” I put a pin in the idea that I needed to go over things with Norm again. Maybe we could put our heads together and come up with a new lead. I so often let Norm handle this aspect of the department and took for granted that he would get it done. He always did.

  But maybe there was something that connected the girls that we all missed. It could be the break we needed.

  As we approached the group home, I saw a car that made my blood run cold. A maroon sedan. It was rounding the corner away from the house. Shit.

  “That’s Georgie’s car!” I said and Cassidy saw it too.

  “Oh my God. We need to get in there.”

  I pulled in and we ran up the walkway. We blew by Mrs. Williams.

  “Where’s Alexis? I shouted as I ran to her room.

  “She’s up there ladies relax.”

  We ran down the h
all and I burst open the door without a knock. Her bed was made and for a second, my heart sank.

  Then my eyes found her. She was in the corner, reading a Nora Roberts title.

  “Jesus, what is the problem?” She said.

  “Nothing. Nothing. I just thought I saw something.”

  “Yeah, I saw it too.” She closed the book. I needed to get her something more age appropriate. Nora Roberts?

  “What did you see?” Cassidy asked her.

  “Maroon sedan. Georgie. He’s out and he’s going to get me.” I wanted to scoop her in my arms and reassure her, but Alexis was not a warm fuzzy. She was tough and honest. She was right. If Georgie was driving by, it was not a coincidence and it was not to say hi.

  She was in very real danger.

  “We’re getting her out of her. Now. Pack your bag Alexis.”

  “I don’t have an emergency foster placement for her yet,” Cassidy said under her breath.

  “We’ll figure it out.”

  We loaded Alexis and thanked Mrs. Williams. I hated to be so abrupt but I was not going to leave her where Georgie could find her.

  I was also done playing this one by the rules. I didn’t give a damn if Sawyer didn’t want to see me anymore. He was going to.

  Right now, the safest place I could think was to go to the office. We were on the fifth floor of a secure building. Just try to fuck with us there Georgie. Though part of me thought he probably could.

  We could, at least, look at placement options for her there.

  If all else failed, I would take her in. The problem with that, of course, was the brick that had been thrown through my window. The Bratva knew me all too well.

  I needed Sawyer and the Great Wolves. If the police could not protect these girls, I would turn to someone who could.

  Sawyer

  We had just about every aspect of the operation figured out. Or we thought we did.

  The Bratva was transporting, at least, six to twelve girls in and out of Grand City on a weekly basis.

  We knew the route, we had the vehicles' make and model, we had the time of day, and we knew where they were setting up business.

  Thanks to Raleigh, we also knew what websites the sickos were using to connect with The Bratva and book their time.

  I owed Raleigh a lot. I also knew this was payback to the Russians on her own account.

  When the time came, we would use a fake account online to set up a meeting.

  The M.C. also had plans for the chain of transportation that was hauling human cargo. We would shut that down too.

  The only thing I didn’t know for sure how they were working the original kidnapping.

  That is where I needed more information. I needed to know how they knew Alexis was in the mall. She was alone, she was vulnerable, and they had grabbed her.

  I suspected a similar story was playing out across the state. The problem was the business model. They were using these girls as inventory. There was no way any organization could survive without a steady stream of new inventory. In this case, the vulnerable girls and boys of Grand City.

  They had to have an in. They had to have a sure way to predict who to snatch.

  They had to have a way to know when to strike.

  They had dozens of girls in and out of the state but there was not one story on the news about mass kidnappings. There was not one article about girls going missing.

  How were they pulling that off?

  This was where I needed Bess.

  I had been an asshole. I would cut her off. It was to keep her safe but to wipe out the Bratva I would need her one more time.

  My only fear was if I saw Bess again, she would see through to my heart and I could not push her away again.

  I was afraid I would be selfish and pull her into a world where violence could erupt no matter how legitimate the M.C. was these days.

  I would figure out another way around it. I had to.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Bess

  I drove up to The Wolf Den and felt my heart pounding in my chest. I would have to get over the schoolgirl bullshit if I was going to face Sawyer.

  It had been weeks since he had dumped me on my ass. It was a little humiliating showing up here and needing his help. I reminded myself why I was doing this.

  If the law was not going to get the Russians away from my girls, then I would find someone who could, the Great Wolves M.C.

  I knew they wanted the Russians out of Grand City and I was going help them however I could.

  Sawyer was the weapon I needed and the lover I still wanted. I swallowed my pride and parked. A sign on the front of The Wolf Den said, “Closed for Remodeling.”

  The door was locked so I banged on it. I was not being polite or trying to get a date. I was trying to recruit a leather-clad army.

  To my surprise, Victor opened the door.

  I had met Victor that night that started so fun and ended so horribly. A flash of a man drenched in blood standing over Victor was one I would never forget.

  “You look better than the last time I saw you.” He was much thinner and paler but for a man who took a bullet or three in the abdomen just a few weeks ago, he looked spectacular.

  “Thank you, Miss Geary.”

  “Bess.”

  “Is Sawyer here?”

  “I’ll take you to him.” I followed Victor in and took a look as I passed the main area of the club. Dusty was there working.

  “Hi, Bess. Good to see you.” I waved and smiled. She was hard at work. I wondered what her story was.

  I focused the story in front of me, though.

  Victor knocked on Sawyer’s office door. A flash of us nearly making love on the desk threatened to start my meeting off with a blush. I pushed the memory back and fixed my gaze.

  Sawyer was at his desk and looked up at me. I swore his breath caught when he saw me. Or maybe I only wished it did.

  “Bess.”

  “Sawyer.” Victor had left me there and we were alone.

  “What are you doing here?” His face hardened and any hopes I had of him taking me in his arms when he saw me were dashed. He really did not want me around.

  Fine, that’s not why I was here anyway.

  “I need your help.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, but I want the Russians to go away and I’ve tried to do that with the police and failed.”

  “It’s not safe for you to be involved in things here at the M.C.”

  “I saw Georgie’s car outside Alexis’s group home.” That got his attention.

  “Where is she?”

  “She’s at my office, I’m trying to place her somewhere safer.”

  “Tell me where she ends up. I’m going to add that location to our security route.”

  “Thank you. So how do we get them?”

  “We?”

  “Sawyer you don’t want me anymore. I get it. It was some bullshit fling to you. Great. Congratulations, you got me good. I’m over it. Can you get past that long enough to help me help these girls?”

  He had winced when I said he did not want me. I was annoying the hell out of him apparently. I didn’t care. I wanted to know he was going to take down the Bratva.

  “Bess there’s a connection to how they’re getting the girls. That’s what I need you to help with.”

  “What are you getting at?”

  “I think there’s a link. How are they finding the girls?” When Sawyer said it, my conversation replayed with Alexis, with Cassidy, with Norm.

  Norm.

  “Shit. Oh my god.”

  “What?”

  “I have to get to my office.”

  “I’ll go with you.” I was shorter than Sawyer by quite a bit, but my legs were going so fast, I knew he was jogging to keep up with my stride.

  Something was piecing together in my head and I needed to be in the office. That is where the missing piece was hiding.

  Sawyer followed me on his bike back to the of
fice. It was late but I was not surprised to find Cassidy and Alexis still there.

  “Sawyer!” Both Cassidy and Alexis greeted him with a hug.

  “What’s up boss?” Cassidy said.

  “I think I’ve got to puzzle something together fast. It has to do with you, Alexis. You told me you weren’t a runaway, so why did her family think you were?”

  “Got me.”

  “Alexis, it’s going to be a long night and I think you’re going to wind up at my house when we’re done. Can you chill here in Cassidy’s cube, read maybe?”

  “Sure. I am old enough to escape the Russian mob by myself but not hear whatever it is you’re talking about. Yep, makes sense.” Sawyer chuckled at that one. Alexis was not to be messed with. Neither was I.

  I did not need her worrying about any more adult stuff for a while. She needed the adults in her life, namely me, Sawyer and Cassidy, to come through for her.

  “Yes, you have it exactly.”

  “Fine.” She pulled the book out and curled up in Cassidy’s office chair.

  “Is it just us three in the department?” I asked Cassidy.

  “Oh yeah, everyone else is long gone.”

  “Good, let’s go to my office.”

  We pulled up a list of our missing.

  Kirstin and DeAndra were at the top and the most recent.

  There were more. I pulled up surrounding counties. Runaway, Runaway.

  “What’s the pattern,” Sawyer said.

  “They all are runaways. But here’s the thing, I know DeAndra was not planning to run off. I know it. Her foster parents believe it but that was just not where her head was. I’d bet my life on it.” Cassidy said.

  “Alexis said she didn’t run away either.”

  “So then there’s your first run away, Kirstin,” Sawyer said.

  “How did her foster parents determine she ran off?” Cassidy said.

  “Shit, Holy fucking shit.”

  “Yeah?” Sawyer said.

  It dawned on me what they had in common. Norm Northcut.

  I looked at Cassidy.

  “Norm.”

  “What about Norm,” Cassidy asked.

  “Who’s Norm?”

  “That guy with the little pot belly here, he’s the common denominator.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding, how the hell?” Cassidy said.