Tig and Happy had been on the road for a few hours when Tig gestured for them to stop at the next rest area. They both refuelled their bikes and Tig checked in with Juice. "Any update man?" he asked as soon as his call was answered.
"No, not yet. Camila is still being held in the Portland DEA offices." the younger man confirmed.
"Shit, they ain't got nothing on her so why they holding her?" Tig complained. "Looks like they are invoking the 72 hour rule man." Juice replied with a sigh. "Dammit Cammy, just couldn't keep your mouth shut could ya doll" Tig muttered.
Tig hung up the call and looked over at Happy "Let's keep going man." he sighed.
A couple of stops and a few hours later they finally crossed into Portland. They stopped their bikes and TIg once more checked his cell, finding a message from Juice saying no update and directions to his daughters apartment.
Tig cursed when he pulled up outside the apartment building in what could only be described as the hood, litter marked the sidewalk and drug paraphernalia in the alleys. He shook his head thinking that his sweet little girl was living somewhere like this and only served to strengthen his need to bring her home.
"You Tig?" A greasy, disheveled looking tweaker called across the small yard catching his attention. "Who's asking?" he asked, immediately defensive. "manager of this place" the greasy man said "Got the key to your girls apartment, was told to expect you." he continued, scratching at his face.
Tig cringed and grabbed the keys and pushed past the clearly high off his ass "building manager" and stomped his way to the numbered apartment the Juice had told him.
Happy grumbled when they walked in the apartment and took in the damage the agents had left when they ransacked the place and physically groaned when he spotted the sheer number of fuzzy pillows and blankets strewn around. "What kind of cotton candy carnival bullshit is this?" he asked his oldest friend. "Looks like a damn carebear threw up in here." Tig grimaced.
They got to work fixing as much of the damage they could, taking care to put things back just so. Camila may not have been around for a few years but Tig still remembered the tongue lashing he got when he moved something in the house.
There wasn't much they could do about the splintered door, so between them moved a heavy cabinet to provide at least some semblance of security. Tig couldn't help but grumble at the lack of action from the greaseball they encountered downstairs, he could have at least replaced the door already.
They finally decided it was as good as it was going to get and each settled on separate couches, taking it in turns to doze on account of the limited security and single bedroom. Neither of them could stomach the idea of sleeping in her bed, especially considering it was a fuschia pink and black monstrosity.
The next 2 days went by slowly, still no news on Cammy.
Happy had been to the hardware store and picked up a new door, hanging it with ease and adding a deadbolt or five. He knew that no one would mess with Cammy's place with them here and the hardware they were making no attempt to hide.
The 72 hours had to be up and Tig was about to call Juice for an update when Happy cleared his throat and gave Tig a rare grin. Tig automatically put his burner down and listened.
"What the fuck do you mean you want me out by the end of the day? What the hell do you expect me to do with my shit?" They heard Cammy yelling down the hall.
"I don't give a shit what you do, you being here is bad for business." The manager snapped.
Tig laughed, knowing what was coming next. "MY being here is bad for business?" Cammy asked. "You and your whores can do whatever the hell you want, you just jealous I got muscle behind me" she said and Tig could hear the smile in her voice.
"Son's have no business here." The manager snapped.
"So you met my dad huh?" she asked, clearly enjoying herself now.
"Yeah, and some bald dude with more ink than I thought was possible." The manager answered.
Cammy actually laughed "Hey Hap, you scaring the locals?"
Tig and Happy knew that was their cue to go and flank Cammy, that she was close to losing her famous Trager temper. Laughing and joking her way of disarming until it was too late and she popped you in the mouth.
They exited the apartment and found her stood facing the manager, a hand on her hip and tapping her foot. "This guy was politely telling me to get the fuck out." She said as they arrived at her side.
"I'll go, but I'm going to need my security deposit back." Cammy said, smiling sweetly.
"No fucking chance" The manager began as Happy took a menacing step forwards.
"You were saying?" Cammy grinned.
The manager simply shook his head and pulled out a beat up leather wallet from his back pocket and threw a handful of bills at her and made a swift exit.
"God I missed having muscle." Cammy laughed as she picked the bills up.
Happy pulled her in for a hug "Missed you too little girl."
As soon as Happy let her go she was engulfed in the arms of her father. "I missed you Cammy girl."
She felt tears spring to her eyes, despite the time she had been away and had avoided talking to anyone that even resembled a Son she had to admit that having her Dad here was the best feeling in the world.
"I think I want to go home now." She told him.
