I retrieved my bike from the club before I went back to the garage.
Cane’s black pickup was idling near the entrance. I pushed through the side door, my chest heaving.
The garage was a hive of frantic activity. Rico and Rat were loading crates of weapons into the back of the SUV. Mako was checking the seals on a high-pressure breaching charge. But in the center of the room, leaning heavily against the workbench, was Cane.
He looked worse than he had yesterday. He was trembling, a shudder that he couldn't hide even with his hands shoved into his pockets.
I didn't see Jax.
My eyes scanned the office.
Nothing. The kid who was supposed to be my eyes, the only one who knew the truth about Nara, was gone.
"Jax!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the metal walls.
"Where is Jax?"
The act
