WE WERE JUST entering Minnesota when my phone rang. I recognized the number right away.
“You getting closer to Hayward?” asked Jordan Steele.
“Almost there. Where do you want to meet?”
“About that – it’s done. Your women are safe and Mud will never be a problem for you again.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, shocked. “I thought we were going to do this together?”
“There wasn’t time. The girls were in immediate danger. When I arrived, one was about to be raped by Mud and the other was in the process of it. She’d also been beaten badly. I probably saved her life.”
“Which one was of them was being raped and beaten?” I asked, wishing that I’d have had a chance to get my hands on the guy who’d done it.
“The blonde.”
“She okay?” I asked, more worried about the baby than of Brandy. I wanted
