A pimply-faced teenager with a Horse Makeover lanyard around his neck looked at him with wide eyes. “Uh, the ambulance is parked around back. This way,” he jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
Mack let go of Liam and grabbed the boy’s upper arm. “Show us.”
The teenager swallowed.
“Faster,” Mack growled. That got the kid moving, even if he did look terrified. Mack didn’t care. He just needed to know what the fuck was going on with Calla.
The kid led them out of the arena and to the left. “The ambulance was parked right here—” the kid started but then he jumped back. ?
?Holy shit!”
He bent over and threw up.
“What the hell?” Liam asked.
But as Mack looked down on the two bloody bodies in EMT uniforms with D’s carved into their foreheads—the calling card of the Devil’s Spawn—a horrible fucking certainty settled on him.
“Bone’s got her.”
35
LIAM
“What the fuck does that mean?” Liam spun on him, shoving his shoulders. “Who’s Bone?”
Mack grabbed his head with his hands. “Shit. I don’t know.” His eyes came back to Liam and whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
“Well tell me what you do fucking know,” Liam shouted at him.
Mack took one more look at the two men on the ground, each with a pool of blood underneath them from their slashed necks. Jaysus. Liam turned away before he got sick just like the lad.
“First, we get out of here,” Mack said, voice tight. “Call the police,” Mack said to the white-faced teenager. “Tell them Calla Carter’s been kidnapped by Daniel Jones in these EMT’s ambulance.”
Then he grabbed Liam’s upper arm and started dragging him toward the parking lot.
“Let me the go.” Liam jerked his arm out of Mack’s grasp. “You don’t get to order me around. You’re the one who’s dragged Calla into whatever the fuck this is.”
Mack flinched at that. Not that it gave Liam much gratification. For once, he didn’t care about getting in hits with Mack. But he probably did need the big bastard’s help getting Calla back. It looked like he had the same thought as Liam as they both were jogging in the direction of the trucks they’d driven in.
“So tell me what I need to know about whoever took Calla,” Liam said as he reached his truck. They worked quickly to unhitch the trailer from the back. Then Liam went and yanked open the driver’s side door.
Mack tried to pull him out of the way. “I’m driving.”
“Fuck you are,” Liam said. “She’s me truck. And—” he shoved Mack back with a hand on his chest— “I drive because I know where the fuck she is.”
Mack blinked at that. “How—”
“You’re wasting me time,” Liam said. “Are you going to get in or we gonna waste more time in this pissing contest?”
“Fine,” Mack said. “But let me get something from my truck.” He backed up and ran toward the other truck.
Liam huffed out a frustrated breath and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Mack was back in a couple minutes, up in the cab and slamming the passenger door behind him.
Mack looked at him incredulously. “You really think it’s time to be checking your goddamned messages?”
Liam didn’t even bother with a comeback. “I’m tracking Calla. I got worried because she takes those trips up to Casper each week and is always driving home in the dark. So that necklace I gave her last night? It has a GPS tracker in it.”
Mack just stared at him for a second. “I could fucking kiss you right now.”