I lifted my chin in an affirmative. “He could be anywhere by now, but I’ll find the bastard if it’s the last thing I do.”
“I’ll find him,” Badcock assured me. “Let me make a few calls.”
“How do you know where to look?” Jet asked, brows raised.
“I’ve kept up with his comings and goings for over a decade now. Finding out where he is right now won’t take much.”
I didn’t care how he found him, I just wanted to know where the motherfucker was. He was the only person I could think of who would even want to hurt Kelli other than Fontana. And the Italian was over two hours away when Kelli was shot.
I was going to find Samson and put a bullet in him.
Chapter 25
Colt
Samson wasn’t too far away. A handful of phone calls later and Badcock was instructing us where to go. Less than an hour outside of Trinity County was a hotel I wasn’t expecting to find someone like Calvin Samson in.
The place was run-down, more a room-by-the-hour than the five-star resort I would have thought the senator would be more comfortable in. But with the press already having a field day over the story that was all any news or radio stations were talking about, even at two in the morning, I guess he needed a place where not even his own mother would think to find him.
The smell of cloves and something strong filled the air as we walked across the parking lot. In the back corner where the dumpsters were, I could see a John getting a blow job from a hooker, her head bobbing to a beat in her head as she sucked off her customer. From behind a few of the doors we passed, we heard fake orgasm moans of other working girls, while the guys grunted like their lives depending on blowing their load.
Definitely not where anyone would think to look for someone as influential as the honorable Senator Calvin Samson.
How Badcock had gotten this intel, I didn’t know and I didn’t ask. All I cared about was finding the SOB I suspected had put a bullet in the woman I loved.
My brothers, Bash, and Spider all rode with me. They stood behind me as I knocked on the motel room door with Badcock—minus his goons, who stayed in the SUV—right beside me. From the other side of the door, I could hear someone shuffling around inside. There was no peephole on the door, but the curtains shifted, and I heard the fucker curse when he saw who was outside.
“Open the fuck up!” I raged, pounding my fist on the rusty door again.
“We only want to talk, Samson,” Badcock called out in a reassuring voice.
“Fuck off,” the senator yelled through the door.
Taking Badcock’s arm, I shifted him to the side. I nodded at Bash, and he was kicking the door in. I walked through the broken doorframe, noticing Samson in only his boxers. The old fuck had saggy man boobs under the thick patches of gray chest hair. He didn’t look like the arrogant, high on himself senator right then. Instead, he looked like an old man life had beaten down.
I grabbed him by the hair, my fingers tightening at the roots as I jerked his head back and forced him to his feet. “Get up, you motherfucking coward.”
“What are you doing?” he demanded, outraged. “Let go of me!”
“Shut the fuck up,” I muttered, forcefully slamming his shoulder into the broken doorframe as I pushed him out of the room, making him howl in pain.
I marched him in only his boxers across the parking lot and tossed him into the back of Badcock’s SUV where the goon with the scar on his face held the door open. Pushing Samson over, I got in behind him.
“I demand you release me right now,” he commanded in his usual confident, authoritative voice that I was sure went a long way back in DC, but wasn’t going to fly with me and my brothers.
From the other side, Badcock opened the door and pushed Samson into a sitting position on the seat before climbing in beside him. Being so close to the other man, the senator tensed, his face turning cold and blank as he stared the other man down.
“Good to see you again, Calvin,” Badcock greeted him in a friendly enough voice.
If we had been in any other situation, I might have actually believed the other man was glad to see the senator. But then a steely expression came over Badcock’s eyes. He leaned in closer, and I heard Samson gulp nervously.
“I told you if you ever touched Kelli again, I would come after you. I told you that, didn’t I, old friend?” His voice, so full of menace and ice, almost made me shudder. Samson was practically pissing his pants. “Leslie broke it off with you because you hit Kelli. That was the one thing she couldn’t abide. She didn’t seem to care that you treated your own daughter like she didn’t even exist, but when you raised your hand to her, she sent you packing. I promised her when she ended things with me, that no matter what happened in the future between me and her, or even you and her, that Kelli would always have my protection.”
“Wh-what has that got to do with me now?” he stuttered out, trying to sound innocent but failing miserably in the face of a man who scared the fuck out of even me.
“Kelli lives,” Badcock informed him, and Samson’s shoulders stiffened as I felt the rage begin to enter his tense muscles.
“That’s impossible. I made sure that bitch was dead before I—” He broke off abruptly, realizing what he’d just confessed.