17
With the breakfast rush over, the diner’s parking lot was a lot emptier when Shea returned. Hunter and One-Shot sat waiting on their bikes, with Mackey in the Bronco, looking antsy. Shea pulled up in between Hunter’s bike and the Bronco.
Mackey looked at his watch and threw up his hands. “What the f**k? You’re late.”
“Got a call from the kidnapper.”
“You learn anything?” asked Hunter
“Sounds like he’s got Annie with him. Wouldn’t put her on the phone, but I heard her scream.”
His face twisted in anger. “Motherfucker!”
“Point is, if she is at the warehouse, she ain’t alone.” Shea narrowed her gaze at Hunter. “And FYI, he took her ’cause the club deals crystal. Figures you got the four mill for the ransom.”
Mackey held up a full-sized Ruger SR9. “Guess he’ll have to settle for a n
