Chapter 9

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Max takes a moment to think about my question. "I assume that we are going to need some muscle once we find out where they keep Jake. How about you and Tess pay a visit to some old friends. Their services might not come cheap, though." He warns.

Before I can ask any follow-up questions, Tess grabs my arm. "Good thought. Let's go. I'll explain on the way."

After we climbed the stairs and left the building, Tess holds me back. "How are you holding up, MC?" Her voice and expression are full of concern. "I am ok." I repeat my statement from earlier. I want to move on but Tess does not let go of me. "The truth, please." "What do you think? I'm exhausted, running on fumes. But the rage keeps me going."

She pulls me into a hug. "How about we take a little detour to my place? We grab a bite, catch up a little, and you can take a shower." "Do I smell?" "No. It might just lift your spirits." "Maybe on the way back" I sigh. "First, I feel the need to accomplish something."

My car is parked close by. We get in and I follow Tess' instructions driving across town. Following the main road we are leaving the industrial looking outskirts towards the city center. Slowly more residential looking houses come into view. The city seems almost deserted. All stores and almost all bars are closed and only a few windows are still illuminated. This is not too surprising given that it is almost 2 a.m.

About 15 minutes later she tells me to park the car. "We will walk from here. It is not far."Where are we going?" I ask. "Well, a couple of months back Max and I took a job for a bar owner whose homepage kept getting hacked. Turns out his place was a biker hangout and the attacks came from a competing organization. Seems like they are not shooting at each other anymore, nowadays." She pauses for effect but I just don't have the energy to laugh at her joke.

"Anyways, we made a few friends that might come in really handy if we can convince them to help us." I stop walking. "Are they organized crime?" "I would not say so" Tess responds. Her answer is accompanied by a nervous laugh. "They are just not very picky with the jobs they accept, as long as the money is right. Come on, it is right over there."

She continues walking. But I still have my doubts about this. Getting involved with these kind of people could create a whole new set of problems. On the other hand, what choice do I have?

I see Tess walking into a door. Dim light floods the narrow street briefly. Reluctantly, I start to follow her. But I only get two steps ahead, when I am suddenly grabbed from behind. A hand is being placed over my mouth. My own hands fly up, trying to pry the strangers hand off of me.

My muffled screams do not reach Tess. "Shut up, Bitch" a voice sneers into my ear. My eyes widen in shock and my heartbeat skyrockets. I know that voice! Immediately, images from the previous night flash before my eyes.

Before I can regain control of myself I feel something hard pressed against my back. "One wrong move and I put a bullet in you."

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