Cross got on the phone, relaying the plan to Jordan and Zellman.
Though, to be honest, there wasn’t much of a plan. I was just going to see Heather. If Channing was in trouble, besides myself and his crew, she was the only other person I knew to reach out to. I didn’t know what she could do, but she might at least know what to do or not to do. I trusted her. If she said not to be worried, I wouldn’t, but I had a bad enough feeling in my gut to go the extra mile and ask her opinion.
Heather’s house was behind Manny’s, so I parked in the back. Jordan pulled in behind me, and as everyone got out, I said to Cross, “Grab your sister and take her into Manny’s. See if Heather is there.”
“I need to get my car,” I heard Taz saying. “What if those bikers trash it? Mom will be so mad, Cross.”
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