CHAPTER 5
“This asshole better be worth it,” Mack says.
I’m smashed between him and Cue, but I don’t mind; it feels safe here in the car, a little cocoon made of muscle. I blink at the foggy moonroof, opaque, obscured, as if even mother nature has deigned to keep us hidden. I turn to my left, to Mack—I barely have to lower my gaze from the car’s ceiling. And it’s far less motion-sickness inducing than the little boat we took to get across Lake Michigan.
“Trust me, Blade’s cousin is the only person he cares about. Bubba used to run with the Grunge, but he managed to get out—just vanished.”
“Didn’t they look for him?”
“Of course they did. But you don’t know Blade. The guy is sneaky as hell.”
Ryder snorts from the front passenger seat. I get the impression that he just wanted to sit awa
