Prez pulled into the parking lot with gravel flying. He barely had his kickstand out before he jumped off his bike. He was in the main room in seconds heading to his office. He burst through his office door.
Several brothers were there and looked up. He went to his desk and sat down. His eyes looked around at everyone there.
“I can’t find Traci.” He retorted.
“I traced her cell and car to the grocery store. She’s not there now. I hacked into the parking lot cameras and went back to when she arrived. It wasn’t Traci who pulled her car in to the parking lot. It was her ex’s sister. She got out and a navy blue Blazier picked her up.” Data explained.
“Cavanaugh!” Prez roared slamming his fist on the desk. “ I knew it would be that bastard!”
“How did he get her?” VP asked.
“Not sure. I’ve
