“What?”
“When you were together? Did he talk about traveling?”
“We both did,” I agreed. “We… we were going to travel with each other.”
“Did he name any places he wanted to see the most?”
“He wanted to see everything,” I said. It was one of the things I’d always found appealing about him. He had the same sort of wanderlust I’d been afflicted with at that age.
“Narrow it down. East coast. Where was he going?”
“Maine,” I said. “And Florida. He wanted to drive to the tip of each border.”
“Figure he left with a lot of hard feelings here,” Voss said, choosing his words uncharacteristically carefully.
“You could say he knew I wanted blood if he stepped foot in Jersey again.”
“And to come back from Maine, he’d probably pass through.”
“So you think he went south.”
“Seems to make sense.”
So that gave us, what? Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, both Carolinas, Georgia, and Florida.
“Think we can cross out Delaware and Maryland.”
“There’s a lot of crime in Maryland.”
“In Baltimore, yeah,” Voss said. “Don’t figure he wanted to fuck around there. Lot of established crews. Too hard to operate there at all.”
“But he wasn’t… operating at that point.”
“Wasn’t he? How else did he get caught up in shit with guys like this?” Voss asked, waving the phone.
That was a good question, I guess.
We had a lot of those.
Questions.
But no answers.
“Louana, you gorgeous thing, what are your opinions on mini goat—“ Dezi started as he barged in, but stopped short at our looks. “What the fuck now?” he asked, sighing hard.
“How much do you know about the major players in the southeast coast area?” I asked.
“Some. Depends how far down we’re going. What we don’t know, Huck would know.”
“Who the hell is Huck?” I asked, looking at Voss, but he shook his head.
“Huck. President of the Florida chapter.”
Oh, right. Yeah. I forgot the club had sister chapters now. Golden Glades in Florida. And Shady Valley in California.
“Why? What’s going on?”
My gaze slid toward Voss, who shrugged.