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quickly to the head of the club.   Running his hands through his hair, he
appears distraught.   He scans the room
until our eyes meet.   He takes a deep
breath as if he feels relief.
    He yells, “Alright, shut the fuck up and
listen.   Serious fucking business
here.   My twelve-year-old daughter Sasha
is missing!”
    His voice is full of rage and panic.   He doesn’t know what to do.   A hush falls over everyone in attendance as
we decipher his words.   It registers
deeply with the officers.   They look to
my father with devotion in their eyes.   They look on to see me sitting there, in shock.   I have no words.
    Questions are on everyone’s minds as we
all try to piece together our thoughts.   I swallow hard.   My poor baby
sister is missing.
    I put my head down.   I am overwhelmed at the idea that my sister
has been taken.  
    “Fuck,” I say quietly to avoid disrupting
my father.   He tells everyone that he
barely has any details.   A tear wells up
in my eyes as I think back to the last time I saw Sasha.   She looked like an angel standing there on
her mother’s porch.   I feel desperate to
go back in time and live in that moment, just to know that she’s okay.
    I wretch; my stomach immediately feels
hollow and I feel my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest.  
    The club member to my right consoles me
with a pat of my shoulder and some words I don’t hear.   Panic strikes and I feel the urge to comb the
streets of Hinton Township on my bike to find my sister.   Poor Sasha; scared and alone.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter Two
    Rodney Vinton

 
    I hush the brothers around me with a
nudge.   I need to hear this.   I scramble to hear the details.   Listening intently to Ronan reveal all he
knows about his daughter’s disappearance, my eyes wander to Trish.   She’s sitting there looking beautiful, but
has a scared look on her face.   She is a
mess.
    Ronan’s eyes connect with Trish’s.   His words ring out.
    “You should go home and stay with your
mother,” he commands her.
    “What the fuck?” she protests.
    “You don’t need to be here for this
Trish.   They could come after you next.”
    “I can help.”
    “No, you can’t.   This was a deliberate act.   These people want something.   If they   take you too, it’s more leverage for
them.”
    “I can’t just fucking sit at home and do
nothing.”
    They argue like they’re the only ones
here.  
    “That is exactly what you’re going to do.”
    He raises his voice.   He doesn’t have time for this bullshit.   His eyes move to the people surrounding her
as if to tell them to help her on her way out.
    “Go,” he yells.   “This is way too close to home.   This is personal.   As a matter of fact, anyone who is not a
member or prospect needs to get the fuck out.   This is personal business and if you don’t have anything to contribute,
you can go, too.”
    With a wave of his arm, several of the
guys who are ‘hang-arounds’ turn toward the exit.   He raises his eyebrows at Trish as if to ask
why she’s still sitting here.   She gets
up in a display of protest.  
    “This fucking sucks, for the record,” she
states plainly on her way out.   I gather
that she is the only person who will ever speak that way to the president of
the Green Dragons.
    I steady myself in my seat.   I won’t sit around.   Like Trish, I want to help.  
    “So here’s what I know,” Ronan tells us.
“Missy called me at three PM today to tell me that Sasha hasn’t made it home
from school today.   She said that she
called the school and they told her Sasha wasn’t there at all.”
    Ronan’s words hang in the air and they
leave me unsure as to who would do such a thing to such a big and powerful
man.  
    He angrily continues, “I’ll tell you
fucking what.   I will go to every
goddamned door in this fucking township – all fourteen thousand of