“Why?” I questioned.
He hung his head in shame. “Because I left my tools at home.”
Chapter Ten
Skid
Keelie stared up at me with tears streaming down her face, looking at me like I was her only hope of survival. We had her tied to a chair in the middle of the warehouse, only a few feet away from where we were holding Shasta hostage.
“Skid, please. You gotta believe me! Sabbath is behind this! He’s the one who kidnapped Shasta.”
I crouched down, so I was looking her in the eyes, trying to decipher what was going on in her head. “Yeah, and how do you know that?”
“Because I saw two men take her out in a white van. The same white van that’s usually in the back of the clubhouse. Sabbath is behind this, and someone in the club is helping him.”
A cold grin crept across my face as I stared into her fearful eyes. “Yeah, bitch. And you’re looking at two of them.”
She gasped. “Wait? You two? You two were the ones who carried Shasta out?”
“Stop giving the bitch information,” Warrant growled. “Her voice is exhausting. Where the fuck is Priest? Did he fucking flake on us?”
“I don’t know.”
There was a loud knock on the warehouse door and we both shot each other a look as if to say, “You get it.”
Warrant, being the bigger guy, marched across the room and rolled the door open, letting a distraught Priest inside. He was carrying a little suitcase, and sweat was dripping down his face.
“You look like fucking hell, Brother.”
Priest was muttering something under his breath, but I only caught a few words here and there. It sounded like he was praying.
He opened the suitcase and pulled out a bag of tools. Apprehension tightened every tense muscle on his body, as he rolled it out on the dirty floor.
“Damn, dude, what is that shit?”
“You don’t want to know.” He shot me a wary look. “Why don’t you two go in there?” He motioned to the room Shasta was in. “I work alone.”
Warrant and I shared a mutual confused look, but nodded our heads warily as we made our way into the locked room where we were holding Shasta.
“Skid! Don’t leave me!” Keelie shouted after me. “We fucked, you can’t just leave me like this.”
Warrant shot me an odd look, but then shook his head, chuckling. “You fucked Keelie?”
“She threw herself at me.”
“Smart girl,” he said under his breath.
“Huh?” I asked, wondering if I heard him right.
“Nothing. So, hey, what the fuck was that shit Priest had?” Warrant whispered as we unlocked the door, letting ourselves in.
“It looked like torture tools.”
“Do you think Priest is a serial killer?”
I shook my head. “No, man. But I do think he may be a hitman.”
“Fuck! No wonder Sabbath wanted him in the club. The man’s a silent lethal weapon.”