Allegiance

Jeremy's POV

I stare after the old Chevrolet as it hurtles past me coughing up smoke from its exhaust, I question the believability of everything I just heard. It can't be possible.

I trudge mindlessly into another bar, that asshole detective forgot to return my Vodka. The thief.

I buy another bottle of Vodka and drink straight from the bottle this time around. No more glasses bullshit.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and a piece of paper falls as I try to grip the phone from my pockets with my still lethargic hands.

I shrug at the piece of paper and ignore it but a passerby picks it up for me.

“Here, you dropped this.”

“Thank you, kind stranger,” I answer in Russian as I collect the paper and the man looks at me strangely before walking off.

I pull out my phone to see fourteen missed calls from Junnev and Malakai.

I dial the group chat and they both answer at the same time.

“What's up?” I growl into the phone.

“We found her location.”

“Where's she?”

“She is in Guerrero's