Page 44 of Matlock
My eyes scanned the room; there was nothing here that gave her away. The garbage can held fast-food wrappers. Her suitcase sat on the floor, clothes spilling out instead of being put away.
This wasn’t a woman on vacation; it was a woman on the run. But if she was on the run, why wasn’t she hiding? Why wasn’t she trying harder to cover her tracks?
I dug through her suitcase, looking for clues. There was nothing. No journal that spoke of evil intentions. Not a hint of calculation in her demeanor. Her hesitation in seeing my bike was the only sign that something was amiss.
She was a good actress; I’d give her that.
When I joined the Silver Shadows, Sadie was alreadyinvolved with Alan. It didn’t stop me from getting a haircut every six weeks like clockwork. It certainly didn’t stop me from flirting with her every time I stepped into the salon.
The way she blushed when I whispered soft enough that no one else heard me, all the things I wanted to do to her. She rebuffed my advances at every turn. To this day, I knew she didn’t take me seriously.
She made comments about her size and how girls like her didn’t get guys like me.
I was no fucking prize.
A kid who grew up on the streets breaking into places so I could eat. No parents, no siblings. At least none that I knew of. Who knows what happened to my parents when they fucked off. Maybe they met other people, fell in love, and started a family.
Or maybe they were dead in a crack house somewhere.
I knew if I asked, Nav would track them down. But as long as I didn’t know the truth, I could believe what I wanted. That they were two shitty, selfish people who didn’t want to be parents.
I ran a hand over my face and let my eyes travel around the room again, looking for something, anything, that would tell me Sadie wasn’t the selfish bitch I now believed she was.
Except there was nothing.
Not a single, solitary, redeeming item... not a fucking clue that would tell me she didn’t shove her brother under the bus.
I pulled out my phone and called Matlock.
“I found her,” I said when he answered.
“Where the fuck is she?”
“Jefferson,” I replied as I dug through her suitcase one more time.
“She’s in Missouri?” Matlock asked.
“Jefferson, Nebraska.”
“She’s still in fucking Nebraska? It’s been three fucking days; she should be on the East Coast by now.”
“Something ain’t right. She’s not hiding. I’ve been watchingher for two days and she’s using her cards, leaving a trail anyone could follow,” I explained as I lifted a pair of red lace panties and brought them to my nose.
“I want her back here. I don’t care if you have to tie her to the back of your fucking bike. I want her home tomorrow!”
The call cut out, and I shook my head. I wouldn’t put her on my bike. Not now. Not after she bolted, leaving her brother to pick up the pieces.
I stared at the scrap of lace in my hand. I stuck it in the pocket of my cut and left Sadie’s room. I sat by the window in my room and waited for her to return.
Her car pulled in the lot, and I smiled as she parked six spaces away from my bike.Baby, if you think that will keep me away from you, you’re not as smart as I thought.
Sadie grabbed her purse and her takeout bags and walked to her door. As soon as she neared, I stepped away from the window so she wouldn’t see me, but she still paused and stared at the door to my room.
My breath held in my lungs while I waited to see if she would run. I couldn’t be sure she recognized my bike. The only time I spent with her was in the salon. It was my own inflated ego that let me believe she watched out the front window when I left.
My own desire to be seen that told me her pussy dripped as she watched me swing my leg over the Harley that was parked outside her hotel room.
The door finally opened and then closed with a soft thud. I moved to the wall and pressed my ear against the faded wallpaper, listening for the sound of her movements.
