Brody (The Bang Shift Book 1)

by Mandy Harbin

  Xan would’ve heard Scott come home. She knew she would have. Being a light sleeper on the run from a killer tended to make that a necessity.

  When she finally busted through her door, she yelled for Scott, screaming his name repeatedly as she ran to his room. When she opened his door, her heart sank. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

  He wasn’t here.

  Chapter Twenty

  Xan screamed Scott’s name again as she ran through the house, out the back door, and around her yard. He wasn’t here. Her baby wasn’t here. Roxie came running up to her. She’d put on some jeans and a t-shirt. “What’s goin’ on? Is he not home?”

  Xan couldn’t answer. She kept scanning her yard, turning in circles. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man dressed in all black running up to her. She gasped and prepared to run, but then recognized him.

  “Hunter? What are you doin’ here?”

  “My turn to watch you. What’s wrong?” He was pulling out his cell phone when he asked and put it up to his ear. “I’ve got her,” he said to the person he’d just called.

  What the hell? I’ve got her? Had Hunter taken Scott and was now here to take her? She blanched and started to turn around to make a run for it, but he grabbed her arm as he spoke into the phone.

  “She’s freaked out about something, running around screaming, so I had no choice,” he barked into the phone. Then he looked at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.

  “S-Scott’s missing,” she croaked. It didn’t matter that she’d already been crying this morning and would probably cry at baby kittens because this was her son she was talking about. Her son.

  “Shit. Okay. Um, she said Scott’s missing. I’ll look around.” He hesitated and nodded, glancing at her. “Got it.” Then he hung up the phone.

  “Who was that? Who were you talking to, and why are you here?”

  He rubbed her arm where he’d been holding it. “That was the boss. The guys will be here any minute. And I can’t tell you why I’m here, but I think you know.”

  She yanked her arm out of his grasp and started for her porch. Roxie followed quickly behind her. After all these years, Marco had finally caught up with her…and he’d only been out for a couple of months. Oh, she didn’t have proof this was his doing, but she didn’t need it.

  “We have to call the police,” she said frantically. “W-we have to call them right now.”

  “Wait until everyone gets here, okay?” he said calmly. Oh, he was out of his damn mind if he thought she was waiting around.

  “What in Hades is going on here?” Roxie asked, pulling Xan around to face her once they were inside and distracting her from her impending meltdown. When Xan turned, she noticed Hunter had followed her too.

  She took a deep breath and quickly relayed everything to Roxie, who’d already known some of this, but now she knew everything. Hunter stood to the side, arms crossed, watching her like a hawk.

  Roxie started to respond when Xan finally paused, but the roar of an engine and squealing tires outside caught Xan’s attention, and she turned toward the door where Brody came barreling through like a charging bull. She hadn’t expected to see him again so soon, and looking at him broke the final thread of her control. She covered her face and sobbed, and Brody rushed over to her and took her in his arms.

  “I’ll find him, baby,” he murmured. She knew she should push him away and get to that killing thing she’d threatened him with just a little while ago. Hell, she should’ve just killed him and been done with it when she had her chance. This was just one more reason why she should continue to avoid men. They made her crazy. But even as she considered what she should be doing, she couldn’t seem to muster the energy to let go of him. So she held him and tried to rein in the waterworks. Crying wouldn’t bring Scott back.

  She nodded into Brody’s chest as she eased away from him. She wiped her eyes and faced the other guys in the room. There were more of them now. “What’s the plan? I mean, I know this just happened, but we have to do something. Hunter wouldn’t let me call the police until you got here.”

  “Roc was already out looking for you, so I called him, told him to look for Scott,” Colonel said. “Gauge is making some calls. I told him to contact your agent, and he’ll notify the proper authorities. When was the last time you saw Scott?”

  Roxie stepped forward. “He was at my house last night. I thought he went home, but I’m not sure.”

  “Where’s Chad?” Bear asked suddenly, and Xan didn’t miss the way Roxie’s eyes lit up at Bear’s attention.

  “He was sleepin’ when I left.”

  “Go get him,” Colonel ordered.

  Xan saw Roxie turn to leave as Bear watched her closely.

  “Tell me how you found that photo.”

  Xan looked at Colonel with narrowed eyes. What did that picture have to do with Scott being gone? She didn’t want to think about that photo, but she understood why he wanted to know. It couldn’t be a coincidence, so she tamped down her irritation and relayed the story—without looking at Brody. Bringing that damn picture back up ignited her anger toward him.

  Colonel looked away from her when she’d finished and to the other guys. “We’ve got to find Dale Adams, Dave Simmons, and Jeff Coleman.”

  Xan grabbed Colonel’s arm and turned him to face her. “Who the hell are Dale Adams and why are you looking for Dave Simmons and Jeff Coleman? They’re former agents, right?”

  “Dale Adams is—”

  “Brutus,” Colonel cut him off. “I don’t think it’s smart to go into this.”

  Brody squared his shoulders and started toward Colonel, but Xan was just as pissed at the blatant dismiss. “I don’t give a damn what you think, Colonel. We’re talking about my life here. My son. So back off or start talking.”

  Brody looked at her. “Dale Adams showed up in town shortly after you did. We think he’s connected to Collins somehow, but we haven’t been able to find him.”

  “Well, except that one time he and some dude beat the shit out of us…” Blade said, but trailed off at Brody’s warning look. “Never mind,” he mumbled.

  Brody turned back to Xan. “Dave Simmons and Jeff Coleman worked on your case. We’ve been looking at everyone who could possibly have motive, opportunity, balls to sell you out. Those two haven’t been cleared as possible suspects yet.”

  “That’s ridiculous. I haven’t seen or heard from Cole since the night Marco attacked me. And Dave’s retired.”

  “Cole? Is that what Jeff Coleman went by?” Blade asked.

  “Yeah.” She shrugged. “He was my primary contact once I was assigned some agents, but I never met him in person. I didn’t start meeting my contacts in person until after I got away.”

  “So you’ve seen Dave Simmons then?” Brody asked.

  She turned to him and suppressed the urge to fall into his arms again. She was hurt. But she was scared, and looking at him gave her a little bit of security. She hated that. She did not want to feel safe in the arms of the man who’d killed her daughter. He might not be that same man anymore, but he couldn’t erase his past—even with amnesia. “Yes,” she said a little too tersely. “He retired after his wife settled some medical dispute from some botched surgery. The bills were paid, and she was given a lump sum for pain and suffering. He was close to retirement anyway, so left to be home with her.”

  “I’ll check that out,” Blade said. “If Simmons’ wife settled out of court, the doctor could’ve had those records sealed as part of the deal, which could be why we hadn’t made that connection.”

  “And then we’d only have one suspect,” Brody mumbled.

  Blade nodded and turned to leave as Roxie came running through the door, clutching her cell phone. “C-Chad won’t wake up. I’ve called an ambulance.”

  Xan gasped and started for Roxie as she turned to leave and head back home. Why was Chad not waking up? What had happened to him? Xan was a nurse, so she needed to check on him and do what she could unt
il help arrived. But Bear damn near knocked her over as he shoved away from the group of people circled around each other and bolted through the front door, heading to Roxie’s house.

  Everyone followed suit.

  As soon as Xan saw Chad, she went into clinical mode, checking his vital signs. He was breathing, but his heart rate was slow. She asked Roxie if Chad was allergic to anything as she continued her examination. From all accounts, he was a healthy boy. Nothing like this had ever happened.

  Then she shifted his body and noticed a little dried blood on his shoulder. There was only a tiny bit, which looked suspiciously like…like a needle prick. “Oh shit,” she gasped. “I think he was drugged.”

  Roxie staggered and Bear caught her, stroking her arm and murmuring something into her ear that made her breath catch.

  “Whoever took Scott must’ve done this,” Colonel said as the ambulance sirens got louder as it neared the house. No one commented because there wasn’t a need. It was obvious to Xan that what he’d said was true, so she knew the others felt the same way.

  Bear left Roxie to escort the paramedics in, and everyone stood back and watched as they loaded Chad on the stretcher. Xan relayed what she’d discovered while they started an IV. When they carried Chad out to the ambulance, Roxie started for her car. Then cursed. “My tire’s flat.”

  “Again?” Bear asked as he walked over to her.

  “What do you mean ‘again’?” Roxie asked, her voice heavy with suspicion.

  Hmm, that was right. Bear hadn’t been at the shop that day Roxie took her car in. Xan had ridden with her, so she knew this for a fact. Great. Now she was getting paranoid. Surely, one of the other guys had told him about her car.

  “I do get a log of everything done in the shop, Roxie,” Bear said, clearly reading Roxie’s and Xan’s thoughts, since they seemed to have been on the same page.

  “I’ll take you,” Xan said, walking up to her and rubbing her arm. Jesus, she was shaking like a leaf. But Xan was probably shaking just as badly.

  “No,” Bear said, slicing his hand through the air with an aura of finality. “I’ll take her. You have to stay here in case Scott comes home.”

  Xan glared at him, but he was right. She wanted to be with her friend because that was the nice thing to do and because she felt as if she was to blame, but inside, she was screaming her own agony. Her son was missing and she needed to comb the streets to find him.

  Brody stepped over and rubbed his hand along Xan’s shoulder and she stiffened. Moving away from him, she walked up to Roxie and hugged her. “Call me when he wakes up, okay?”

  She nodded, pulled away, and followed Bear across the street to his truck. Xan followed because everyone had parked at her house.

  After Bear and Roxie had left and Brody, Blade, Hunter, and Colonel had followed her inside, Colonel pulled out his phone again.

  “I’m going to call in some help to sweep these two houses for any clues.”

  When Colonel walked back out to make the call, Xan walked into the kitchen for a glass of water…and to get away from Brody’s probing eyes. He was watching her as if he expected her to keel over, or run, or shoot him. Yeah, she was ready to do any of those things, but she couldn’t take being gawked at. She was under enough pressure as it was.

  After getting her water reprieve, she numbly walked into the living room. Brody and Blade had been whispering, but promptly stopped as soon as she entered. “Don’t mind me,” she said sarcastically.

  “Baby,” Brody breathed.

  “Don’t!” Her hands flew up as she cut him off. “Don’t call me that.”

  Brody sighed but nodded.

  She squared her shoulders. His pitiful look was not going to affect her. It. Was. Not. Instead, she looked around the room and noticed a minor change. “It seems you’re missing a crony.” Hunter was no longer here.

  “Yeah, Hunter left to research Jeff Coleman. We still don’t know anything about him, so anything he finds will be an improvement.”

  The front door swung open and Colonel stalked in. Brody and Blade jumped to their feet. “Roc called. He found the boy. He was sleeping in a parked car outside Walmart in Conway.”

  “Is he okay?” Xan asked timidly. Oh God, please let him be okay.

  “Roc got him to come to. He said Scott’s still a little groggy, but he’s talking.”

  She walked to the table and grabbed her purse on impulse. “Is he taking him to the hospital?” She’d just meet them there.

  “Yes, but you’re not going.” Colonel stepped up to her and blocked her exit.

  “Bullshit.” She might have reservations about killing Brody right now because her love for him was still too strong, but she didn’t mind one bit killing this prick if he kept her from going to her boy. Her mother-bear instincts were roaring.

  “I’ll go with her,” Brody said. “Keep her safe.”

  Colonel turned to him. “You can go. Someone needs to protect him, and I’d rather you do that and let Roc contain the scene until I can get more people out there since he was the one who found him.” He turned to Blade. “And I need you to hunt down that Dale Adams asshole. If Dave Simmons’ story checks out, that’s one less person we have to worry about. We don’t know where that Coleman guy is, but we know Adams is here. Find the punk.” He turned to Xan and took a deep breath. “Help is on the way. Once the feds get here, they’ll want to question you. Once they’re through with you, you can go see your son. I’ll stay with you until your agent gets here to make sure you’re protected.”

  Xan hated the idea of staying here when her son was going to the hospital, but she knew Colonel was right. Jack would want to talk to her and look around. It didn’t make any sense that Scott would be taken and Chad drugged. This could be all one big setup. She could go running to her baby boy right now, but she wouldn’t be any help if Marco got her while she was on her way to the hospital. For all she knew, he was here, sitting back, waiting for his opportunity to take her. She wouldn’t be any use to Scott dead.

  And she didn’t know how to feel about Brody being the one to protect her son. When he could’ve been the one to kill her daughter. How could a man take the life of one of her kids but protect the other? She couldn’t wrap her head around that. Unless Marco still had some crazy-ass idea about having an heir to take over the family business and was still using Brody to make that happen. Could Brody be one of Marco’s minions? She didn’t know what to believe, who to trust. She looked at Brody and his eyes softened. He was staying away from her, but she got the feeling that he didn’t like it. Too bad. What they had was damaged and when this mess blew over, she’d probably be literally sick with the idea of loving a man who’d done something so vile. “Don’t you hurt him,” she choked.

  “Never,” he breathed. She nodded and he walked toward the door, stopping when he was beside her. “I’d die before I let anything happen to either one of you. I know you’re hurting right now, but you have to know that.”

  Her breath hitched and she swallowed to stop the sob that was building as she watched Brody and Blade leave.

  He’d said that to comfort her, but the thought of Brody dying was just one more devastating thought in this horrible day.

  Brody parked his truck in the hospital parking lot and rushed into the ER. After asking a bunch of questions and lying about his relationship to Scott, he finally found out that he’d been admitted into the hospital and was given his room number. He took the elevator to the appropriate floor and walked down the hall to Scott’s room. When he pushed the door open, Roc had been hovering over Scott in the bed and jerked around to look at him. What the fuck?

  “What are you doing here?” Roc spat.

  “Get away from him,” Brody ordered as he stalked into the room and over to Scott, looking at all the wires and shit for anything out of the ordinary as if he had a clue what was ordinary. “What the hell were you doing?”

  “Nothing.” Roc crossed his arms and stared at Brody. Yeah, he liked the
fact that his coworker had to look slightly up at him. It was a male thing.

  “Didn’t look like that to me.”

  Roc pointed at Brody. “You’ve been on my case since the whole Mimi thing happened, and you can get the hell off it at any time, bro.”

  Brody growled. “That doesn’t answer my question. What. Did. You. Do?” He was reaching for the nurse call button, so someone experienced could check out Scott’s setup, make sure everything was copasetic.

  “You’re one paranoid motherfucker, Brutus. I didn’t do a damn thing. It sounded as if the kid was wheezing a little and I leaned in to hear his breath better.”

  Brody was about to respond when Scott stirred, so he focused on Scott instead. “Hey,” he crooned. “How are you feeling?”

  “Sleepy,” he mumbled. “Where’s Mom?”

  “She’ll be here later.” No need to tell him why she wasn’t here right now.

  “Doc said that he’ll be sleeping on and off all day. They gave him something to counter the medication, but whatever. That’s what he said,” Roc said, shrugging.

  Brody wanted to haul off and pop that jerk in the face. But he schooled his expression instead. “Colonel wants you back at Walmart, checking out the scene. He’ll be sending someone over to help.”

  “Thank God. I hate hospitals.” Roc left, moving faster than Brody had ever seen, but he didn’t really care. At least he didn’t have to look at him anymore.

  Scott had fallen back asleep, so Brody sat down and waited.

  And waited.

  Two hours passed before Scott woke up again, thirsty. Brody poured him some ice water and watched him sip it. “What’s taking Mom so long?”

  Brody didn’t know for sure. He knew the feds liked to be thorough and could question people for days and days if they wanted to, but he figured once her agent showed up, he’d bring her out here and question her, and protect her, while she mothered Scott. “What do you remember?” Brody asked instead of answering.