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Which made me the member of our team with the least to lose, since I had no intention of actually serving my sentence.
Since he hadn’t yet been officially rehired, Marc didn’t have his business credit card, so Jace put the rental car in his name. He looked a little too eager for the privilege—until we got to the parking lot and Marc held the back door open for me. Jace grumbled about being treated like a chauffeur, so I made Marc sit up front with him, so I could stretch out in the back.
A nap would have been awesome, but I had a feeling we’d need every minute of the two-hour drive ahead to plan our next moves.
The Appalachian Pride was headquartered in the southern end of Clay County, Kentucky, about a hundred and ten miles southeast of Lexington. It was nearly two in the morning by the time we left the airport. We’d spent almost nine of our allotted forty-eight hours and the return trip would take at least that long, which left us roughly thirty hours to find the evidence and get the hell out of the Appalachian territory in time to save Kaci. And that would be cutting it close.
Kaci was thirty-nine hours from death. I was thirty-nine hours and one minute from a total breakdown.
We stopped for burgers at the first all-night fast food place we found, using the drive-through to keep from leaving our scents on the door handles and seats, or even lingering in the air. The last thing we needed was for one of Malone’s toms to tip him off before we even got to his property. The chances of any of his men actually living in middle-of-nowhere Kentucky were slim to none, but considering the stakes at hand, Murphy’s Law seemed more like a guarantee.
“So, you grew up running around the Appalachian foothills?” Marc said a few miles later, folding the wrapper back from his burger.
Jace nodded and swallowed his own bite, one hand holding the top of the steering wheel lightly. “Technically, this is the Cumberland Plateau.”
“Whatever.” I loosened my seat belt and leaned forward to be sure I wouldn’t miss anything. Like Marc, Jace hardly ever spoke about his past. They both knew everything about my childhood, but I knew nothing about Marc’s and only that Jace’s father had died when he was a toddler, and still an only child. “Did you run with your brothers?” Surely half brothers were better than no brothers.…“Did Malone let Melody run with you guys?”
“Sometimes, and almost never.” He frowned, and I thought he’d clam up when he took another big bite of his burger. But then he swallowed, and in the rearview mirror, I could see that his eyes were focused more on the past than on the road. “Cal didn’t let Melody do much of anything. But then, she was only seven when I left. Not old enough to Shift, or do much more than get on your nerves.”
“Wow, you must have been a great big brother.” I smacked him on the head.
Jace shot me a mock glare in the rearview mirror. “She’s Calvin’s daughter. You’ve seen The Omen, right?”
“She can’t be that bad,” Marc said, around his last fry. “She’s your mother’s, too.”
Jace frowned. “I wish she were a little more like my mom. Hell, I wish my mom was more like my mom right now.”
My heart ached for him during the uncomfortable silence that followed, and Marc stared out his own window, lost in his own thoughts. He never spoke about his mother or her murder, and I never knew how to tactfully broach the subject.
“What about your brothers?” I asked finally, when Jace wadded his burger wrapper and tossed it into the front floorboard at Marc’s feet. Marc growled and made no effort to put it in the empty paper bag. “I know Alex is no gem, but Brett’s…”
Oops. But it was too late to take back the mention of his murdered brother, so I finished with the only thing that seemed both true and appropriate. “I was starting to like Brett.”
“Yeah. Me, too.” Jace sipped from his soda, then set his cup in the drink holder and flicked on his brights as we pulled ahead of the only other vehicle on the dark road. “I was almost four when Brett was born, so I was closer to him than to the rest of Cal’s kids.”
His phrasing stuck in my head; he didn’t consider himself one of them. I’d always known that, but hearing him say it wrung sympathy from my heart.
“Brett and I hung out a lot when we were little. But the others were a lot younger than me. They spent more time with Cal, and by the time most of them could speak, they talked to me just like he did. That bastard taught them to talk about my dad—” Jace broke off and stared out the windshield in silence, and the speedometer crept toward eight-five.
Then he spoke again, so suddenly I actually jumped in the backseat. “Those hills are the only reason I survived long enough for Ethan to get me out of there. For your dad to hire me.” Jace exhaled, and Marc turned from his window to watch Jace in what could only be sympathy. “I practically grew up on the side of the mountain. Every time Cal would start in on me and I couldn’t take another word from him without throwing a punch, I’d just Shift and run to the hills. I’d climb until I was too tired to move. Those hills saved my life.”
Or, knowing what I now knew about Jace’s fighting skills, maybe they’d saved Cal’s life.
“So, you still know the area?” Marc asked, ever focused on the goal at hand.
“As well as anyone who still lives there. Better than most.” Jace wasn’t bragging; he was simply stating a fact.
I sent a silent thank-you to my father for sending him. Marc and I would probably have bumbled our way into some serious trouble without him.