“WHAT’S THIS ABOUT Adriana?” asked Slammer after I hung up with Vanda.
“They’ve got her,” I said angrily. My hands were shaking, I was so pissed off. “Where’s Misty?”
“I think she left,” said Tank, scratching the stubble on his chin.
“She did,” said Slammer, pulling out his cell phone. “I’m calling this in. Let everyone know what’s going on. f**k, I might even call Bastard on this one.”
Trying not to lose it, I headed toward the exit. I was furious but I was also terrified. For Adriana. If they were the ones that had grabbed her, she might already be dead.
“Where you going?” asked Tank, following me.
“I’m going to Misty’s and then to Minnesota if I have to,” I said, my voice cracking. “I’ve gotta find her, brother.”
“I’m coming with you,” he said, when we stepped back outside into t
