Hold On (Page 125)

Right then, no bike.

That meant no Ryker.

With not a small amount of annoyance, he listened to his phone ring.

It was late. Not too late, but late.

Still, Tanner would be up.

“Yo, brother,” he answered.

“Yo,” Garrett returned. “Need a few minutes.”

“You got ’em.”

“You know where Ryker is now?” Garrett asked.

“Nope,” Tanner answered.

“You two workin’ any jobs together?”

“Yep.”

Garrett drew in a breath and then asked the question he needed answered right or he’d be going apeshit on his brother-in-law.

“One of those jobs gotta do with a man called Jaden Cutler?”

“Nope. Never heard of him.”

Garrett relaxed. Slightly.

Jaden Cutler was Cher’s neighbor.

Then he asked about the owner of the GT. “How about Robert Paxton?”

“Never heard of him either.”

Good.

“Been lookin’ for Ryker for a coupla hours, big man,” Garrett told Tanner. “Called him twice. He’s not pickin’ up. He’s not at any of his known hangouts. Got any advice on where I can find him or what he might be doin’?”

“You wanna tell me why you’re lookin’ for him?” Tanner asked.

That was when Garrett gave him what he knew from what he’d run that day at the station about Cher’s neighbor and his bud in the GT, some of which Cher had confirmed that night.

“Jaden Cutler’s got a rap sheet about fifteen pages long. Assault. Theft. Possession with intent. His known associates read like a who’s who of the scum of Hendricks and Marion counties, but he’s new to the ’burg. He’s done community service. He’s also done six months for a B and E. Got off on a technicality on another arrest when an IMPD officer accidentally contaminated some evidence. Got off on yet another charge when a witness recanted their testimony. And he’s now livin’ two doors down from Cher and Ethan.”

“Fuckin’ shit,” Tanner clipped.

“Robert Paxton visited Cutler Friday night in his GT-R that probably costs as much as Cutler’s rental house,” Garrett continued. “Paxton’s rap sheet isn’t as long, but with what’s on it, it just means he’s smarter than Cutler about gettin’ caught. He’s not ’burg related at all, until now. All his activity has been in Marion County. Made a coupla calls to some of my boys in IMPD and both names are well-known in Indy. Both of them also got a known associate. A man someone we know knows real well: Carlito Gutierrez.”

“Fuckin’ shit,” Tanner bit out, and Garrett could tell he was on the move, probably to get out of hearing distance of Rocky.

“Ryker’s got somethin’ workin’ in regards to Cutler,” Garrett shared. “I know this because I walked into J&J’s tonight to hear Cher rippin’ into Ryan, who Ryker tagged to surveil Cutler’s place. Cher saw him doin’ it and lost her mind. Ryker’s also warned Cher to steer clear of Cutler, but she’s heard Cutler talkin’ about Carlito. She might be steerin’ clear, but, until tonight, she didn’t tell me Ryker gave her that warning and Cutler isn’t feelin’ like steerin’ clear of her. He’s asked her out.”

“Even if this is all a surprise, Garrett, gotta say none of it is actually a surprise. As stupid as Ryan is, he’s a genius at monitoring and surveillance. If Ryker’s got a job he wants done, he’s gonna go cheap and he’s gonna get the best he can for bottom dollar, which is part of why Ryan is so stupid, seein’ as the guy’s got the talent to charge a fuckuva lot more. And, brother, it’s ’burg lore that Ryker and Carlito got a beef.”

“It absolutely is,” Garrett agreed. “Problem with that is, no one knows how that beef started, which means no one knows why it’s so strong, it’s lasted for years. Those two give each other a wide berth, Tanner, and those two don’t give anyone a wide berth.”

“I’ll have a conversation with Ryker,” Tanner said.

“No, brother, I’ll have a conversation with Ryker.”

“Okay, Merry, give you that and set it up, but I’m gonna be there.”

He could do it, and to keep his shit sharp, he should.

“Set it up soon,” he agreed.

“On it.”

“Right,” Garrett muttered, pushing away from his truck to head to the driver’s side door. “Not findin’ Ryker, so gotta go have another chat with my woman.”

“Right. Later, man. I’ll call when I touch base with Ryker.”

“Thanks, Tanner. Later.”

They disconnected and Garrett swung up into the cab of his truck. He drove to J&J’s. He parked. And he hit the bar to see Feb still there but Colt gone, likely at home, looking after their boy. Ryan was also gone. Business had picked up, but on a Monday night, not by much.

Feb was clearing glasses at the pool area.

Cher was behind the bar.

Garrett kept his eyes to her as he walked the bar and watched her walk it too.

He got to the end and slid his ass on the stool next to Colt’s empty one.

“Beer or whisky, baby?” she asked quietly.

“Beer,” he answered.

She went to the fridge and nabbed a bottle of his favorite brew.

She uncapped it, set it in front of him, and leaned into her forearms on the bar.

“Find Ryker?” she asked.

“Nope.”

“That must be why you don’t have blood on your clothes.”