shithole,” I whisper to my laptop. “I’ll tell my father all about you in the morning, Lester Samson, you
piece of shit.”
I close my laptop and hit the sheets. Drifting into a deep sleep, I dream of
winning over my father’s trust wholeheartedly. In a dream sequence, I see myself standing in front of the entire club
with my dad proudly announcing that I’ve been made a full patch member of the
Dragons. In this instance, Sasha is home
and all is well.
I wake up sweaty from tossing and turning
all night.
I brush my teeth and head downstairs to
find I’m alone. Mom is likely at the
store and dad is probably at the club. I
eat a bowl of cereal before internally discussing my plan of attack.
Maybe this time, my dream would come
through to reality. I could divulge the
information I have on Lester Samson and my dad would praise me in front of
everyone.
I drag my bike outside of the garage and
bring the garage door down. I fire up my
bike and head to the Lair to lay it all out there for my father to see.
Outside of the Lair, the dirt road is
flush with club members sitting atop their bikes surrounded by three cars from
the Sheriff’s Department.
Waltzing inside like I have the case in
the palm of my hand, I see my fellow members answering questions from the
cops. There are five male cops
accompanied by one woman cop. They go
through each of us asking all types of questions to gain further knowledge on
my sister’s kidnapping.
Since I have the information to crack the
case, I know that my dad wants this kept internally.
“Dad, I need to talk to you,” I say,
stopping him dead in his tracks.
“Can this wait, Trish? You see the fucking cavalry is here, right?”
He gestures to the back room full of
police officers taking names and information.
“This really can’t wait, dad.”
He motions for me to follow him and waves
me by in the presence of the female officer. “My daughter,” he tells her as he ushers me inside his office.
“What’s going on that just couldn’t wait?”
he growls.
I pull the paperwork from my searches on
Lester Samson and set the papers on his desk in front of him.
“What’s this?”
“This is the kidnapper,” I say
confidently.
“How the fuck do you know that this is the
kidnapper? Did you see your sister? What proof do you have?”
“I went into Hayleyville last night and talked to my best friend Teresa. At one of the bars, I overheard this creepy guy talking about a
twelve-year-old girl with blonde hair. He was describing Sasha, dad.”
He listens intently as I continue.
“I got his address and ran it into the
criminal history search.”
“And?” He pushes impatiently.
“And he’s had a child endangerment charge
against him.”
“That’s your proof? And what were you thinking following this
lunatic home? He could’ve snatched you
up and we would’ve had no fucking clue. You didn’t think this through.”
He is clearly more upset now.
“What in the hell, Trish? I ask you not to put yourself in harm’s way
and the first thing you do is go to Hayleyville ? Are you fucking insane?”
His voice grows louder with each statement
and he is mad beyond words. If looks
could kill, I don’t think I’d be standing here.
“ Hayleyville has
a record amount of murders in the past ten years and that’s where you go? Go,
just go!” he demands.
I open the door. Clearly that wasn’t the response I was
expecting.
As I make my way out, I hear him yell to
me, “I’ll look into this Lester Samson guy, but you stay the hell away from
that rotten fucking city.”
Chapter Four
Rodney Vinton
I look at our Road Captain, Jack Frack,
and try to make sense of Ronan’s comments about Lester Samson.
“Do you know anything about that?” I ask
after Ronan’s conversation with Trish.
She hurries herself out of his office
leaving the door cracked open, but he’s not done
piece of shit.”
I close my laptop and hit the sheets. Drifting into a deep sleep, I dream of
winning over my father’s trust wholeheartedly. In a dream sequence, I see myself standing in front of the entire club
with my dad proudly announcing that I’ve been made a full patch member of the
Dragons. In this instance, Sasha is home
and all is well.
I wake up sweaty from tossing and turning
all night.
I brush my teeth and head downstairs to
find I’m alone. Mom is likely at the
store and dad is probably at the club. I
eat a bowl of cereal before internally discussing my plan of attack.
Maybe this time, my dream would come
through to reality. I could divulge the
information I have on Lester Samson and my dad would praise me in front of
everyone.
I drag my bike outside of the garage and
bring the garage door down. I fire up my
bike and head to the Lair to lay it all out there for my father to see.
Outside of the Lair, the dirt road is
flush with club members sitting atop their bikes surrounded by three cars from
the Sheriff’s Department.
Waltzing inside like I have the case in
the palm of my hand, I see my fellow members answering questions from the
cops. There are five male cops
accompanied by one woman cop. They go
through each of us asking all types of questions to gain further knowledge on
my sister’s kidnapping.
Since I have the information to crack the
case, I know that my dad wants this kept internally.
“Dad, I need to talk to you,” I say,
stopping him dead in his tracks.
“Can this wait, Trish? You see the fucking cavalry is here, right?”
He gestures to the back room full of
police officers taking names and information.
“This really can’t wait, dad.”
He motions for me to follow him and waves
me by in the presence of the female officer. “My daughter,” he tells her as he ushers me inside his office.
“What’s going on that just couldn’t wait?”
he growls.
I pull the paperwork from my searches on
Lester Samson and set the papers on his desk in front of him.
“What’s this?”
“This is the kidnapper,” I say
confidently.
“How the fuck do you know that this is the
kidnapper? Did you see your sister? What proof do you have?”
“I went into Hayleyville last night and talked to my best friend Teresa. At one of the bars, I overheard this creepy guy talking about a
twelve-year-old girl with blonde hair. He was describing Sasha, dad.”
He listens intently as I continue.
“I got his address and ran it into the
criminal history search.”
“And?” He pushes impatiently.
“And he’s had a child endangerment charge
against him.”
“That’s your proof? And what were you thinking following this
lunatic home? He could’ve snatched you
up and we would’ve had no fucking clue. You didn’t think this through.”
He is clearly more upset now.
“What in the hell, Trish? I ask you not to put yourself in harm’s way
and the first thing you do is go to Hayleyville ? Are you fucking insane?”
His voice grows louder with each statement
and he is mad beyond words. If looks
could kill, I don’t think I’d be standing here.
“ Hayleyville has
a record amount of murders in the past ten years and that’s where you go? Go,
just go!” he demands.
I open the door. Clearly that wasn’t the response I was
expecting.
As I make my way out, I hear him yell to
me, “I’ll look into this Lester Samson guy, but you stay the hell away from
that rotten fucking city.”
Chapter Four
Rodney Vinton
I look at our Road Captain, Jack Frack,
and try to make sense of Ronan’s comments about Lester Samson.
“Do you know anything about that?” I ask
after Ronan’s conversation with Trish.
She hurries herself out of his office
leaving the door cracked open, but he’s not done
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