Chapter 14
Travis knew that looks were often deceiving. He had his own list of secrets he never intended to share. His own sister's involvement with a gang member was at the top of the list.
Right now, Lisa was compliant and appeared frail and weak. Would she still cooperate if unrestrained? If not, Travis would be forced to chase her down and subdue her once more—or worse.
Yet, Cassidy's words about trust struck a chord. He placed the handcuff keys into her open palm while muttering, "I hope you know what you're doing."
Cassidy worked the locks open and removed the handcuffs. The phone stopped ringing.
"What do I do now?" Lisa asked, rubbing her wrists.
"I know what Travis is thinking," Cassidy said to Lisa. "Call Booth back and convince him that you were in an accident. Tell him that the RV is in a ditch and you need help to get it out. When members of the club show up, we'll be out of sight, but other members of Travis's—uh, Deputy Cooper's—team will be here to arrest them. Then, there will be fewer men at the compound tonight when Travis goes in to rescue the women."
He liked working alone but had to admit, he and Cassidy made a hell of a team. Yet, there was more to his feelings for Cassidy—complicated feelings—that he didn't have time to examine. "Can you do it, Lisa?" he asked.
The ringing began again.
Lisa swallowed and swiped to answer the call.
"Where the hell you been?" Even without the speaker function activated, Travis could hear Booth's agitated voice.
"There's a problem," said Lisa, using the cover story. "The RV ran off the road and I'm stuck." Travis could see the pulse racing at the base of her neck. Lisa was terrified, but still—she was doing what needed to be done. "I'm about ten miles outside of Pleasant Pines."
"How the hell could you do something so stupid?" Booth asked. "How bad is the RV?"
"The engine still starts, but the wheels are in a ditch."
Booth cussed. "I'll send some men to get you. Afterward, you're going to have to show gratitude to everybody for all the problems you caused, you know that?"
"Yeah," said Lisa. "I know."
In his decades of service as a sheriff's deputy, Travis had encountered thousands of criminals. Despite their crimes, he always treated everyone with respect. It was his job to investigate and then arrest those suspected of wrongdoing. Plain and simple.
At least that had been his belief until meeting Booth. The leader of Los Diablos was a waste of oxygen.
Without question, Booth needed to be held accountable for everyone he hurt. Not just Brittney or Lisa. Not just Cassidy, who'd been worried about her daughter. But all women who'd fallen for lousy men—women like his sister—and were later discarded.
As far as Travis was concerned, bringing Booth down wasn't part of the job anymore. Now it was personal.
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