The Call That Changed Everything
There was a number next to one name—Grizz.
Calling it was probably a bad idea.
I called anyway.
He picked up on the second ring.
“Yeah.”
“I’m the waitress,” I whispered. “You left a napkin. You circled Richard Henderson. He’s my boss.”
Silence. Then a low breath.
“Where are you?”
Ten minutes later, two bikes pulled up behind my car. The leader—Grizz—bent to my window. His eyes weren’t cruel, just exhausted.
“Tell me everything.”
I told him—about Henderson fleeing, the quarry, the boy on the posters.
He listened quietly, then said,
“Daniel is my grandson.”
The air changed. They weren’t criminals. They were family—searching for a lost child.
Years ago, Henderson ran a chop shop. The club helped shut it down when they decided to go straight for Daniel’s sake. Henderson lost everything—and swore revenge.
He’d taken Daniel. To the quarry.
“Can you take us there?”
“Yes,” I said. “Let’s go.”
