The Biker's Heart by Meg Jackson Read Free Book Online

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    “ What is it?” he said, standing up and leaning forward, eager.
    “ Boon texted me,” I said, showing him the phone. Kevin grabbed it from my hand, reading the text and fairly leaping out of the room.
    “ We got a text, someone get on the tracker, move it, people!”
    I felt so out-of-the-loop. Obviously, Kevin was hoping that Boon hadn’t turned his phone off again. But sitting there, alone in that room, I felt like I was on the outside looking in on the mess. The minutes stretched on and on, each one feeling like an hour. It was too quiet in the room, too cold, too still. Finally, Kevin re-appeared, his face grim.
    “ Little shit turned his phone off again,” he said. “Last location we have for him is somewhere up near McCloud Ave.”
    “ Well, are there any hotels or stuff up there?” I asked, trying to remember if I’d ever been to that part of town.
    “ A few. We have calls into them,” Kevin said, shaking his head.
    “ What was the hotel that…last time…you know, the last time all this happened, what hotel was that?” I asked, the question appearing in my mind even as I spoke it aloud. Kevin shrugged.
    “ Well, it was the Indian Lodge Motel, and that’s up in that area, but we’ve already sent them the ID and it’s really unlikely that they’d go back to the same…”
    “ Is it? How unlikely is it? I mean, you said it’s close to where Boon last was,” I said, my general malaise and depression making way for frustration. It was the only lead they had, why wouldn’t they want to take it?
    “ Yeah, but…”
    “ Can’t we just check it out? Just go talk to the desk? I mean, maybe their fax machine is broken or something,” I said, pushing.
    “ We have patrols up in that neighborhood, I could…”
    “ No, can’t we just go? Kevin, please, I just…I need to try…I can’t just sit here!” My voice rose to a cry as I spoke, and I realized the truth behind my own words. I didn’t know if my idea was worth anything, and there really wasn’t any use in going to the motel ourselves if they already had people canvassing that area, but I didn’t want to sit in that room. And I didn’t want to sit in Alicia’s room, or Becky’s room. I wanted to do something, even if that something wound up being nothing.
    Kevin studied me, his face sympathetic. He nodded and stood up.
    “ I’ll see what I can do,” he said, stepping out of the room once more. I hated being left alone in that room. It seemed that something inside me was waking up: something angry, and motivated, and passionate. I wasn’t just going to sit in that room and wait. I got up and went into the hallway, looking in both directions for where Kevin might have gone. I heard a low conversation coming from a door on my left and tiptoed up to it.
    “ She just wants to do something, I say we take her for a ride. I mean, if anything happens, I’ll call for backup ASAP, but probably nothing will happen. But just for her peace of mind, you know? Let her think she’s helping, or whatever,” Kevin’s voice came. Condescending prick, I thought, surprising myself once more with the depths of my anger at that moment.
    “ I don’t think it’s a good idea. I mean, I could just send one of the units out, she never has to be in danger,” came another voice, presumably Kevin’s superior.
    “ Well, why would they go to the same place twice, really? I just think…well, we owe it to Sheriff to try and take care of his daughter.”
    “ And you think taking her to a likely hostage situation is taking care of her?”
    “ It’s better than keeping her in an interrogation room, or letting her just go home and probably wind up going there herself, anyway.”
    There was a pause in the conversation, then a sigh.
    “ Okay, okay, fine. Take her. Quickly, though, in and out. And if anything seems off, don’t even pull in, just call for backup. I’ll let everyone out in that section know to be on the alert. There should be a team