Recluse Protection

Chapter 40

"Cobra, I don't know, we have people searching his known locations. Nothing has been reported. We found the watch dumped on the side of the road out in the middle of nowhere." I glance at Rubble and grunt, shaking my head with a glare.

"Rubble, someone has answers, I want them now. I said I'd watch her six how the hell can I if I don't know where the fuck she is!" Rubble shook his head with a grunt, his eyes scanning the screens as he searched for answers. It's been three hours of her being off grid; that's too much time unaccounted for.

"Cobra, sit the fuck down and get your head on straight. People are searching his known locations. He's somewhere, he can't be smart enough to have a secondary place." Rubble shakes his head and I glare at him.

"How the hell am I supposed to trust the words of these assholes? Rubble have you forgotten someone is stabbing us in the back." Rubble's blank face barely twitches, the anger brewing in his eyes spark brighter for a brief moment.

"Don't fucking remind me. We're no closer on that front than we are on this one." Yeah, and now they're both sitting in our laps waiting to sink the blade in. Running my hands through my hair I grunt.

"Has anything changed? We gave each member a bit of information that Welder would want to know. Has there been any attempts at drops or anything?" Rubble shakes his head with a sigh, his eyes dropped to the screen.

"No, nothings been disturbed. They haven't taken the bait." I drop into my chair and rub my face.

"Great. What's out the way he was driving? Hunter was suspicious of a tail when he first picked her up. Someone was talking to him, someone got into his ear." Welder or the unknown traitor?

"Nothing in his name, that's far out in the backwoods, no connections out there as far as I have found." I grab my own laptop doing my own digging.

"Have you started searching for anything under Welder's name? David Denaro?" Rubble grunts making me look up at him.

"No, I haven't found any recent purchases. I don't know what would be up over there."

"Look for properties under the name Marcy." I shake my head. I hate that name.

"Marcy? Got a last name?" I glance at him and shake my head.

"No, the name Marcy has popped up a few other places. It's the only other name I can think of to check under." Rubble nods slowly before diving into the intel on his laptop.

"I don't think there's a connection with a chairholder with that one. Not that I know of anyway." Rubble heaves out a sigh making me nod. Yeah, tell me about it.

"There has to be something we've missed. Maybe an old nickname?" Rubble snorts and shakes his head.

"Cobra, we aren't a chatty bunch who trades secrets. I wouldn't know your childhood nicknames if I hadn't heard your mother screaming it at you as you got into trouble." I shake my head with a nod. Yeah, these guys aren't the sharing type.

"Yeah, well I need answers, that name has popped up in too many different situations to not be important." I shake my head, scrubbing my face in aggravation. Rubble grunts and shakes his head.

"Kayla Marcy? That ring bells?" I pause and stare at him shaking my head. Marcy is a last name?

"What can you dig up on her?" Rubble looked at me and arching his brow.

"You really think this woman has something to do with this?" I shrug and stare at my screen, losing myself in thought.

"It's the only Marcy I've come across. It's the only lead we have right now." Casey needs backup, yesterday preferably.