~Niks~
I groaned as my phone went off again. I excused myself from talking to Murphy, gave him my card, telling him to call me should he want to join the search and answered the damn phone. "Carter." I was about one smartass comment from black and blueing someone. We had no leads and my best friend of 27 fucking years is fucking missing.
"Why didn't you tell me that Angel almost got killed and Lee was kidnapped?" Really? Ug! For god's fucking sake!
"Because, I don't need anyone's dead ass on my conscience that's fucking why! I didn't tell you for good fucking reasons! Just fucking deal with it Danny. I have a lot of things on my mind, I don't need nobody playing the fucking hero and trying to sort them out. Cuz it is damn impossible, no one, not even Lee knows everything, so I don't see why I should spill everything to you, when I've known you for 2 months and Lee for 27 years. "
"Well maybe we shouldn't be together, we're done Nicola." Brilliant.
"Good. Now maybe I can have a clearer head for searching for my best friend. See ya around Daniel." I hung up the call and screeched through gritted teeth. I thought about chucking my phone at the ground but remembered I would need it for Angel's sake. Speaking of Angel... Aha! I had just thought of a brilliant idea! I called my brother and smirked at my plan. Good bye New York Police Work and holla holla good ol' Miami technology. "Angel!"
"Nika, you gotta get here or I swear I'ma start killing people." That was all I needed as I hailed a cab to the apartments. As I got in I saw that Messer was watching me with a sad look. His fault. I ignored it as I instructed the driver where to go and to step on it.
"Angel, I'm on my way. Stay calm, deep breaths and don't kill anyone before I get there. Don't do anything stupid." I hung up the call as we reached the apartments. I paid the driver and got out. Just then my phone rang. "Carter."
"Nikki, me and ma brother want ta help. What can we do?" Sweet, we get some badass back up.
"Come to mine and Lee's apartment. I'm assuming you know where that is Murphy." I hung up the call and climbed the fire escape to the apartment. Climbing through the window was a synch. I opened Lee's door and walked in to my brother pacing like hell. "Angel, calm down, stop pacing and show me what the hell is wrong." He stopped and chucked me his phone and went straight back to pacing. It was some fucked up text: Nicola's next... my brother is such a paranoid ass. Anyway, I put his phone on the coffee table and went into my room, pushing open my awesome door. I had a big treasure chest at the end of my bed like in the Harry Potter movies and in said chest was old stuff. Laptops with special software, previous case notes (Lee don't and won't know about that though.), old college photos, some tragic attempts of song and story writing, you get the point. I got out two of my old Miami laptops with 2 different pieces of software loaded onto them and took them into the living room and laid them both on the table. A purple one had tracker software and the other a blue one had wiretap software. The one that had the tracker software would be able to track Lee within minutes. Me and her both had a tracker injected into us after the second time we got kidnapped. Hers in the back of her neck and she knows where mine is. I don't. The other would tap into Angel's phone and because the assholes threatening him would most likely ring him up again to rub it in that they have Lee and they're looking for me. Well they can keep looking for my gorgeous Italian ass cuz they won't find me. I connected Angel's phone to the blue laptop opened the software, it electronically put a tap on his phone. Angel had finally stopped with the pacing and sat down next to me on the couch, muttering something about this, that and the other. While the laptop did its thing, I used the purple laptop and entered the software which would lead us to Lee. Before that happened there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?"
"Murphy!" I heard the faint shout, but couldn't be asked to move as I waited for the computer to do its thing.
"It's open!" The door clicked open and in walked Murphy and I guessed his brother. "Hiya. Angel. Wake up!" I shook him awake so he could greet the MacManus brothers. "Boys, this is Angel my brother, Angel this is Murphy and I'm sorry I don't know your name." I trailed off, my gaze flickering to the computer.
"Connor, Connor MacManus." He smiled. I couldn't help smiling back. Lil' harmless flirting won't end the world.
"What they doing here?" Angel asked. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Ignore him. They are here to help us look for Lee, not that we need it, but I'm not going anywhere without some good lookin' badass backup. So play nice and meh to you too." I smiled as Angel's eyes narrowed at me. That turned to a look of worry as his phone started ringing. Something came up on the blue laptop and it said incoming call, well no shit. "Answer it Angel. You boys listen in while I trace the call." I handed the MacManus brothers a set of headphones as I got to work on tracing the call.
"Well, I'm not going unless I know Kaylee's alive. My sister's gone through enough without having me go with you without getting Kaylee back." He looked worried and my gaze went back to the laptop as it zoned in on the caller, it was down to the boroughs now, so not long left. "Kaylee!" My attention was snatched now as Angel lost it.
"Stay on the phone, we might learn something." I whispered to my brother who nodded, scared shitless now. He was listening intently.
"I'm not coming alone. My sister gives you me and you give her Kaylee. " He answered, trying to keep the fear out of his voice. "KAYLEE! Goddamnit!" Booyah!
"Calm down Dante. Calm the fuck down. Right, we came through on Lee's tracker and the trace on the call. Stupid bitch got herself shot again, didn't she?" Angel nodded. "If she ain't dead, I'm gon' beat her ass. My job to get shot. Looks like we're going to the warehouse district. Wait here." I ran into my room and opened my chest again and started searching for guns. "No. No. No. Aha!" 3 guns, loaded and deadly. I walked back in. I gave Murphy a Berretta 92FS, Connor a 9mm handgun and kept a Glock 19 for myself.
"Why don't I get one?" Angel asked me, almost going into pout mode.
"No. Your job is to save Lee while we be badass and get the assholes who took her. And with the state you're in, do you really think you're to be trusted with a gun. You get to play hero..." I answered to him. Murphy and Connor seemed amused at this whole thing.
"Sold." I rolled my eyes at my brother. I downloaded the information from both computers onto my phone within a matter of seconds.
"Can ye even shoot a gun?" Connor asked me. I turned to face him with a bit of a 'bitch really' look on my face.
"Just cuz I'm a woman don't mean I don't know how to aim, shoot, reload and dismember a gun. I am just as efficient as any male police officer or mobster. Why, can't you?" I smiled as we walked out of the apartments and onto the streets of New York City.
"Oh I can. Just don't freeze up when faced with the bastard that did this." Connor retorted back at me.
"Trust me I won't. If you weren't helping me find my best friend, I would and could shoot you, right between the eyes. So I highly suggest you watch how you play the game." Connor looked defeated as Angel and Murphy laughed at him. I smiled at him as we drove off in Murphy and Connor's car. Ready to save Lee and play badass.