Cat's Cradle[Chicagoland Shifters: 3] by A. Catherine Noon & Rachel Wilder

Author:A. Catherine Noon & Rachel Wilder [Noon, A. Catherine & Wilder, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Amazon.com
Goodreads: 25927884
Publisher: Zen Garden Press
Published: 2015-07-15T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen: Brotherly Love

Mitch flashed awake to the sound of shouting. He clawed the pillow away from his face and found Lupe standing next to the bed, Mitch’s phone clenched in his hand.

“Francisco!”

“What’s going on?” Mitch sat up. “Lupe, what’s wrong?”

“No! Don’t hurt him! Fernando!” Lupe met Mitch, his eyes anguished. “He hang up.”

“What happened?” Mitch got out of bed and threw on the first T-shirt he grabbed out of the closet.

“Fernando say he have Francisco there, and if I no come back, he hurt him.” Tears slid down Lupe’s cheeks. “He hurt him, Meetch.” Lupe’s accent intensified with his emotion.

“All right. Lupe, let me get TJ. He’ll be able to tell us more.” He stepped up to Lupe’s body and caught his arms. “Trust me, okay? TJ will help us.”

Lupe nodded, eyes huge, Mitch released him. He threw on a pair of jeans. TJ wasn’t in his room. On a hunch, Mitch loped downstairs to the security room.

“TJ!”

TJ yanked the door open. “Yeah! What’s got you all excited, dude?” He rubbed his cheek, a mug of coffee in his hand.

Mitch stole the mug and downed it in one gulp that scalded his throat but focused his mind. “Lupe just got a call from Fernando. They have Francisco.”

“Where?” TJ turned back to his monitors. “Shit.”

“What?” Mitch came closer and watched over TJ’s shoulder as Lupe got into a cab out front and it roared away. “God damn it.”

“Let’s go. We have to catch up to him.”

TJ followed Mitch outside, and Mitch started the Jeep with a roar. They managed to catch up to the cab by sheer luck and the help of some annoying red lights. He jumped out, ignoring TJ shouting at him to wait, and grabbed Lupe by the elbow.

“Slow down, will you?”

Lupe pointed at a blocky brick house. “He’s in there.”

“I don’t think so.” TJ loped up, shoving an electronic scanner into the cargo pocket on his left thigh, below the holster. “No sign of Fernando. I’m not getting any heat signatures inside at all, as a matter of fact.”

Mitch ground his teeth in frustration. “Next time I say, let me do it, you fucking well pay attention!”

Lupe nodded, shivering. He stared at Mitch with huge, round eyes.

TJ gazed at him. “Calm down.”

“Fuck you,” Mitch snapped and spun away to pace around the side of the house. Two stories and good sized, it must have cost Fernando a pretty penny to rent, especially in this neighborhood. Big enough to be divided into apartments, it appeared to still be a single residence. The white trim around the windows gleamed against the dull red of the brick. Yeah, some serious coin. He slipped down the narrow walk between the house and its neighbor. Hearing someone behind him, Mitch turned to find that Lupe had followed him. “You shouldn’t really be back here, Spot. What if they come back?”

“You go,” Lupe shot back. “I run fast.”

He runs fast. Great. And what the fuck was Mitch supposed to do if the jags came back? Stupid clusterfuck.

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