18. 17 - The Wrong Car

17 - The Wrong Car

As we all sat there on pins and fucking needles, took charge of playing with Josh Jr. and keeping him busy. Poor kid had the name of his pussy-ass father. He was probably too old to have it changed, so we would have to come up with a better nickname for the kid than Joshie. The girls didn’t even realize how that shit would follow him around and play out as he got older.

I tried to reassure Spike and Ree that no news was good news, but fuck, I didn’t think that was the case. When Spike’s phone rang, we all immediately homed in on him as he answered and put the phone on speaker. Haven’t caught up to her just yet, but we saw her off in the distance.”

As he filled Spike in on their chase, I got a call from Quickshot and answered immediately. “Yeah?”

“Joey Farina is in the county jail right now.”

“What for and how long has he been there?”

“He got locked up last night. Terry Matheson’s daughter called 9-1-1 after he showed up ranting and raving at their house about how she wasn’t even his kid, and she owed him a lot of fucking money. According to the police report I just pulled up, Terry told him that Theresa got an insurance settlement when her husband died, and he needed to go get the money from her. He said he would as soon as he dealt with her for being a lying cunt.”

“Fuck. They didn’t throw him in county for making idol threats.”

“No, they did not. He beat the shit out of Terry, but when the cops got to her house she refused to go to the hospital or press charges. They took him to jail anyway after taking pictures of the damage he’d done to her. All his ranting and raving was heard on the call to 9-1-1, so they have it every admission he made and the sounds of him beating her. Didn’t need Terry to press charges to prosecute him.”

“If he was sitting in jail last night, then he couldn’t have been the one to drop those notes at Ree’s place,” I mentioned.

“Nope. Thinking maybe Terry might be the culprit, considering she got her ass kicked last night.” Quickshot surmised. “Alright, well we have Trouble and Hollywood chasing down Tash right now. She took Ree’s Durango when she left to go get the kids.”

“Fuck. Tell them to find her quickly. I haven’t been able to track Terry down.”

“Got her!” I heard from Spike’s phone and just as we all let out a thankful breath, we heard Trouble scream, “Nooooo!”

“Oh God!” Ree gasped as she stared at the phone in horror. It wasn’t just Trouble screaming that we all heard through the call. Spike dropped the phone onto the desk as the screeching of tires and crunch of metal sounded.

“Go! Go! Go!” We heard Trouble shouting. “Get down there. I’m going to secure this bitch.”

“I can’t get down there. Need some rope,” We heard faintly.

“I know what you just heard, but I have to drop this call and get a rescue team out here.” He relayed their location, and Spike tore off to get there.

“We need to go get the kids,” Ree spoke, but it was clear she was in shock.

“I’ll get someone on that,” I told her as I pulled my own phone back out. “We need to stay put for now.”

“That was my car, Walker.” She mentioned again. “That was supposed to be me in it.”

“Shh,” I whispered into her hair as I dialed Quickshot back.

“What’s happening?”

“Trouble and Hollywood caught up just in time to see someone crash into Tash. From what we heard before they hung up, Tash went over the mountain and the other vehicle was driven by a woman.”

“Fuck!” Quickshot shouted.

“Spike already left to go to the scene. Someone needs to go get Griff and Diesel. Bring them to the shop, for now. It’s going to be too busy at the clubhouse with everything going on. Ree and I will keep them here until we get word to do otherwise.”

“On it. Walker, stay put and keep them safe. I don’t think Joey was down here alone this time. Seems they might have set up a satellite outfit over in Murphy, North Carolina. From what Keys and I have just uncovered, the Martinelli’s have been sending out men to cover most of the larger casinos for years, but they just started to branch out near the smaller ones after Joey reminded them there were a couple in the mountains of North Carolina that were untapped sources of assholes in desperate need of funding.”

“Got it. Let me know if you hear anything.”

“Will do. Sit tight. I’ll have someone bring you guys food and stuff when they drop Griff and Diesel off to you.”

“I don’t think she survived,” I muttered into the phone low enough to keep Ree and the kids from hearing me.

“Let’s hope you’re wrong, brother.” Quickshot hung up after that.