The Long Ride Read Online Free
Author: Amy Love
possible, and there were plenty of witnesses now to the fact that she took off on her own. In California, he could end her and make her a Jane Doe. No one would even know Chelsea Shore was dead, and no one would be looking for her in California. A Jane Doe death was what that worthless cunt deserved anyway. She was fun to fuck, but Tomas never forgave betrayal.
Tomas continued to let these thoughts and others piece together in his mind, backed by many years on the force. He knew how cops thought, but he was cautious about falling into the trap that this was going to be easy. He believed the Internal Affairs man and his captain. If they ever got word that Chelsea Shore was murdered, he would be their prime suspect and they would be sniffing every bush and tree in his yard. Nobody, doing the things he was doing, wanted that kind of scrutiny in their lives.
At least Stewart was taken care of. Stewart was the only weak link in his chain of contacts and resources. Stewart was the only one with enough to lose that he might try turning over on him if it got too hot. That wasn't a worry any more. Stewart was now helping the grass grow greener in South Texas. Bye-buddy-bye, and may God have mercy on you.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time Chelsea was on her way to the hospital, Elias, Duffy, Rick, Jeff , and Tom were riding hard West. They kept their speed at around ninety, and let their bikes eat miles. The V-rod was beginning to piss Elias off by the time they were out of San Antonio and heading for El Paso. The one-hundred-mile range was ludicrous.
At each gas station he called Dave to see what was going on with Chelsea. She was in the hospital, sedated, and the doctors planned to keep her that way until Doc arrived in Yuma to take over her care.
Dave told him again and again that he didn't need to ride hard. Chelsea was going to be asleep until Doc arrived anyway. And they weren't going to move her until Doc said she was stable enough to do so. That could be a month, but definitely—according to the doctors watching her now—more than a week.
"She's bad, Elias, real bad. Worse than any of these doctors have ever seen, and one of them is ex-military. The sedation is holding though, and Doc will be here in—three hours? Four? Not much more than that, so everything that can be done is being done."
Doc jumped a flight in Houston for Phoenix, where she planned on renting a car. So she was going to be there long before he could arrive.
There was also the disturbing message from Eric, who said that he found a scout—a young Mex with Cartel tats on his arms and chest. The young Mex was currently in the hospital with a broken jaw, and three broken ribs. Eric said on his message that he would be riding hard to catch up with them and to watch their back trail.
The big, redhead ex-merc had better instincts than Elias felt he himself had, and that was saying something. If Eric thought they had trouble behind them, then only a fool would not take this as fact until strong evidence to the contrary was presented—and even then, one eye on the mirror wouldn't be a bad idea.
Where would the ambush happen? It wasn't a question of if, but where .
Where would he do it?
The goal of an ambush had to include taking one or two of them alive while killing the rest. That seemed obvious enough to Elias. Why bother if no one could tell Tomas afterward where Chelsea was?
No one followed Dave or Billy. Elias was sure of that. They were single riders, going in different directions. So, at this point in time, the only one possibly leading danger to Chelsea was himself.
The Cartel tattoos on the kid in Houston gnawed at him. That was the thread he needed to pull on. If the kid worked directly for Tomas, then Tomas had Cartel connections. Not exactly uncommon in Houston, but more common in El Paso, with Juarez just across the border.
At their current rate, they would be coming into El Paso
Tomas continued to let these thoughts and others piece together in his mind, backed by many years on the force. He knew how cops thought, but he was cautious about falling into the trap that this was going to be easy. He believed the Internal Affairs man and his captain. If they ever got word that Chelsea Shore was murdered, he would be their prime suspect and they would be sniffing every bush and tree in his yard. Nobody, doing the things he was doing, wanted that kind of scrutiny in their lives.
At least Stewart was taken care of. Stewart was the only weak link in his chain of contacts and resources. Stewart was the only one with enough to lose that he might try turning over on him if it got too hot. That wasn't a worry any more. Stewart was now helping the grass grow greener in South Texas. Bye-buddy-bye, and may God have mercy on you.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time Chelsea was on her way to the hospital, Elias, Duffy, Rick, Jeff , and Tom were riding hard West. They kept their speed at around ninety, and let their bikes eat miles. The V-rod was beginning to piss Elias off by the time they were out of San Antonio and heading for El Paso. The one-hundred-mile range was ludicrous.
At each gas station he called Dave to see what was going on with Chelsea. She was in the hospital, sedated, and the doctors planned to keep her that way until Doc arrived in Yuma to take over her care.
Dave told him again and again that he didn't need to ride hard. Chelsea was going to be asleep until Doc arrived anyway. And they weren't going to move her until Doc said she was stable enough to do so. That could be a month, but definitely—according to the doctors watching her now—more than a week.
"She's bad, Elias, real bad. Worse than any of these doctors have ever seen, and one of them is ex-military. The sedation is holding though, and Doc will be here in—three hours? Four? Not much more than that, so everything that can be done is being done."
Doc jumped a flight in Houston for Phoenix, where she planned on renting a car. So she was going to be there long before he could arrive.
There was also the disturbing message from Eric, who said that he found a scout—a young Mex with Cartel tats on his arms and chest. The young Mex was currently in the hospital with a broken jaw, and three broken ribs. Eric said on his message that he would be riding hard to catch up with them and to watch their back trail.
The big, redhead ex-merc had better instincts than Elias felt he himself had, and that was saying something. If Eric thought they had trouble behind them, then only a fool would not take this as fact until strong evidence to the contrary was presented—and even then, one eye on the mirror wouldn't be a bad idea.
Where would the ambush happen? It wasn't a question of if, but where .
Where would he do it?
The goal of an ambush had to include taking one or two of them alive while killing the rest. That seemed obvious enough to Elias. Why bother if no one could tell Tomas afterward where Chelsea was?
No one followed Dave or Billy. Elias was sure of that. They were single riders, going in different directions. So, at this point in time, the only one possibly leading danger to Chelsea was himself.
The Cartel tattoos on the kid in Houston gnawed at him. That was the thread he needed to pull on. If the kid worked directly for Tomas, then Tomas had Cartel connections. Not exactly uncommon in Houston, but more common in El Paso, with Juarez just across the border.
At their current rate, they would be coming into El Paso
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