Page 69 of Iron Heart
Unless he wanted to make sure the wrong person didn’t get access to what’s inside.
A skilled hacker could break in, of course. Yoda could have this thing open in minutes. But the lock code would at least slow someone down.
The only question is, who did he want to slow down?
And who did he want to get in?
I try a couple of passcodes. Dom’s birthday. His middle name. Fuck, I even try our ma’s name. Nothing works.
I’m about to get on my bike and take the thing to the clubhouse to find Yoda when one final idea hits me. I type it in.
D-A-N-T-E
The home screen lights up.
Jesus. Domdidmean for me to find this thing. Christ, I wonder how long it’s been sitting here? Did he put it here just in case? Or did he do it knowing that eventually, he’d need my help with whatever the fuck is going on?
There’s not much on the phone. Just a couple of apps on the first screen, and a contact list that’s empty except for one phone number. I try to call it, but the number goes to a line that’s been disconnected.
Dom must have thought it was possible someone else would get to this phone before I did. Whatever my brother wanted me to see, it’s well hidden.
Fuck, Dom, you gotta give me something to go on, here.
Frustrated, I look through every corner of the phone I can think of. I’m almost ready to give up when one last app that I haven’t looked at catches my eye. It just looks like a map app, but I click on it anyway.
It’s a GPS app. One of those “find your phone” things, looks like. A cursor is blinking, so it’s hooked up to another phone out there somewhere.
I zoom out so I can get a better idea of the location. If the cursor is hooked up to Dom’s phone, he’s not in Ironwood. Or at least, his phone isn’t.
Shit. I gotta go talk to the club about this.
In minutes, I’m flying into the Lords of Carnage compound on my bike. I barely get the kickstand down before I’m running inside and yellin’ Axel’s name. He, Rourke, Ranger, and Bama come into the main room at the sound of my voice. Yoda emerges from his computer command center a few seconds later.
I fill them all in on everything I’ve learned in the last half hour.
“I don’t know who’s lookin’ for Dom,” I conclude, “but I’ll call my brother Antony back and ask him to tell me everything he knows. He’s bound to have more info than he told me.”
Axel nods. “You do that. We don’t wanna go in there cold. We gotta know as much as we can about who this is. How many men they got. What we’re likely to find when we get there.”
I nod, knowing Axel’s right. I turn to Yoda and pull the burner phone from my pocket. “Here. I dunno if there’s anything else you can get off this thing, but give it your best shot.”
“Will do.” He takes it from me and goes back into his Yoda hole.
Just then, Ranger speaks up with a frown. “Hey, I know this ain’t really related, but that chick you’ve been bangin’? Tori?”
I push down the rush of anger that wells up inside me at the way he talks about her. Now ain’t the time. “Yeah?” I grit out.
“She was here a couple of days ago.”
“Whaddya mean, here?”
“Here.” He lifts his chin toward the door. “She was at the garage gettin’ her car worked on. But I caught her sniffin’ around outside. She tried to act all casual about it, but she was definitely tryin’ to check the place out.” He quirks a brow. “Come to think about it, she was here when Dom came back here to drop his truck off and get his SUV. She left just a couple minutes after he did.”
“That’s fuckin’ weird.” I’ve never brought Tori here to the clubhouse. I didn’t think Tori even knew the club had a garage. Pretty sure I never mentioned it. I can’t see any reason why she would have come here to get her car repaired, except if she was snooping around for some reason, like Ranger said.
“What was wrong with her car?” I ask.
Ranger shrugs. “Go ask Rogue. I think he was the one that worked on it.”