Author: Claire Adams
Category: Young Adult
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“My sister’s in a bind,” Devon said, launching into it without explanation. “And I need a favor.”
I frowned. “You have a sister?”
“She’s my half-sister,” Devon clarified. “We share the same father.”
“So you didn’t grow up together?”
“No.”
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I nodded. “What’s her problem?”
“She got involved with this guy… his name is Walter something. She wasn’t with him very long before he started…exhibiting signs of violence. She got scared and decided to leave him, but he frightened her into staying with him. Then one night, he nearly choked her to death. He stopped short of killing her and left her in the living room gasping for breath.”
“This is all very unfortunate,” I said. “But what does any of this have to do with me?”
“The night he almost choked her to death, she slipped him a couple of sleeping pills and took off,” Devon said. “She’s convinced he’ll come after her now, and she needs a safe place to stay. I was hoping…you would allow her to stay here.”
“Here?” I repeated. “In the club’s house?”
“Yes.”
I cocked my head to the side. “This is a fucking motorcycle club. It’s a brotherhood. This is not the fucking witness protection program.”
“This guy could be really dangerous,” Devon said. “What if he comes after her?”
“Then you’ll have to protect her.”
“I can protect her better from here.”
I didn’t like where this was heading. “Tell her to go to the police and report him.”
“She did,” Devon replied. “They found no record of him anywhere. It’s like he doesn’t exist. The police can’t find someone that doesn’t exist.”
That part caught my attention. “What was his name again?” I asked.
“Walter something…”
“Last name?” I asked impatiently.
Devon frowned in concentration as he tried to remember. “Walter… I think it was Black.”
“Walter Black?”
“Yeah… yeah, that sounds about right.”
“Sounds like a fake fucking name to me,” I said, as my suspicions rose. “Have you been to his apartment?”
“I checked out the place a few days ago,” Devon nodded. “No one was there… Place was a ghost town.”
“Any pictures of him?”
“None,” Devon replied. “I’ve been driving by his apartment daily since Mila came to me. There’s no sign of the man. It seems he’s disappeared.”
“Why would he have disappeared?”
“He knew that Mila had a brother in a motorcycle gang… maybe he knew I would come for him.”
“It’s possible,” I conceded.