Read Online Rod by Nella Tyler - Free Book Online Page B

Les
thing, I just believe with everything in me that you’re barking up the wrong
tree.”
    She doesn’t let up about any of this when
it comes to her sister Sasha and I admire her tenacity and follow through.   Where her father erupts in anger, she sees a
clear answer.
    A police officer calls out my name and I
sit down at his table.
    “State your full name for the record.”
    “Rodney Vinton,” I tell him.  
    “Mr. Vinton, do you know the victim, Ms.
Sasha Fitzgerald?”
    “No, I don’t.”
    “Do you have any details that could lead
us to her safe rescue?”
    “No.”
    “Do you know of anyone who would like to
hurt Ms. Fitzgerald?” he presses me.
    “Who the hell would want to hurt a
twelve-year-old?” I howl.
    “Sir, can you please just answer the
question.”
    “No! I fucking don’t know of anyone who
would want to hurt Sasha.   This is all
such bullshit.   Instead of sitting here
answering your questions, we could all actually be out there trying to find
her.”
    I stand up, tired of this shit.
    “Mr. Vinton, I assure you that this is all
protocol,” the officer says gesturing for me to sit back down.
    “Take it easy, Barney Fife.   We all just want to see Sasha returned home.”
    “As do we, sir.   Is there anything else you can tell us?”
    “No.”
    “Thanks for talking with me.   This is my card should you think of any more
information after we leave here today.   Any details you may have left out could prove beneficial to her safe
return.”
    “I get it, thanks.”
    I stand up and push the chair forward to
the table.
    I walk to where Ronan is perched at the
bar drinking a beer.
    “Enough is enough with this shit,” I tell
him of the police presence in the bar.
    “As you know, they have their
investigation and we have ours.”
    He tells the barmaid to get me a beer and
we clink them together.  
    “To finding your daughter,” I state
plainly.
    “To finding my daughter,” he reiterates my
words.
    An hour passes and the police officers
scatter from the premises.   They close up
their notepads and gesture to Ronan that they’ll be leaving.
    “We think we’ve got what we need,” one
yells over to Ronan.   He nods and they
exit promptly.   No one wants them here
and they are keenly aware.
    “Do me a favor, kid.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Try to keep Trish out of this.   She’s only going to end up putting herself in
danger.”
    “I feel ya ,
boss.   I’ll try, but we both know she can
be stubborn,” I remark honestly.
    “She gets that from her mother.”
    “Anything you need brother,” I reassure
him of my commitment to the club and to our cause.
    He nods with a half-smile and I stand.
    “I gotta run; Got a few things to take care of.”
    He raises his beer bottle once more and I
head out.
    I breeze through the door with a mission
on my mind.   I need to learn what I can
about Sasha’s disappearance.   I pull my
helmet on my head and take off out of the Lair’s parking lot.
    When I’m far out enough, I pull my phone
from my pocket and dial up my father’s second in command.   A shady looking man in his mid-fifties, Owen Ketterling is downright evil.   In certain matters, he could be torturous,
but I focus on Sasha.   Surely, not even
he would lay a finger on a twelve-year-old in a motorcycle club war.
    “Owen,” I surmise upon hearing his raspy
voice on the other end.
    “Who is this?”
    “Rodney.”
    “Rodney who?”
    “Rodney Vinton.”
    “What’s good, kid?”
    “I know you and my old man don’t always
see eye-to-eye, so I thought I’d ask.   Do
you know anything about the disappearance of a twelve-year-old girl with the
name Sasha Fitzgerald?”
    “Who?”
    “Sasha Fitzgerald.   She’s the daughter of the guy who runs the
Dragons motorcycle club.”
    “And she came up missing?”
    “Yeah.   No one’s seen her in two days.”
    “And you think I had something to do with
this?”
    “I never said that.   I was just looking for information.