“Liam, you got a call."
Rolling out from underneath the car he was working on, Liam sat up quickly. His first thought was Denise needed help. Grabbing his cell phone, he saw he hadn't missed any calls from her, but that didn't mean that everything was okay. It surprised him that his hands shook as he picked up the shop phone.
“Yeah," he answered gruffly, fear making him sound more harsh than he had intended to.
“Liam?" the small voice that asked for him sounded thick with tears and heavy with fear.
He wracked his brain trying to figure out who it was. This person knew him well enough to call him at work. “Mandy? Is that you?"
She sniffed, and he could almost see the nod he was sure she gave. “Yeah."
Being in a motorcycle gang, he'd not had much experience with kids at all, much less
