Tomahawk by Erica Hale Page A

a very big circle.  I hated myself more than anything right at this moment.  What that animal did to her, what Jacob Mentik started, I was going to finish with a lot of blood and violence.  What I was planning on doing to this guy when I got my hands on him would make my former self blush.  I was going to kill everything about him.  Now I just had to find out whom?
    As if watching the wheels turn in my head.  “You have any idea who would want to hurt her and kill the kid?”  Drew said sitting on the edge of the queen-sized bed.  “We’ve made enemies as of late, but no one knows her.”
    “I have a few ideas.  Nothing solid. We need to get Mel on this shit.”  I turned to the door and Drew followed.
    “What?”
    “We left her alone.”
    “You don’t think?”  Drew was standing next to me. I didn’t need to look at him to know that every muscle in his body had flexed to capacity. 
    I shook my head.  “Right now, I don’t know.”
    Drew had already had his Samsung in his hand, face in a deep frown.  “Her phone is just going to voice mail.”
    “This is all we need right now.”  I had no time to think. I had to do something--and quick. Every person that I knew and cared for was currently in danger.
    The bedroom door opened and Ryan stuck his head in.  “Y’all should come out here. The party is about to start.”
    Drew and I walked into the hall.  Kinney and Mel were stationed in the front room.  Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the hotel suite.  Waiting for something, I could tell from here she had her hand on her gun in her parka coat.
    “It seems that me and the lovely lady here were run out of your house,” Kinney said, taking his coat and suit jacket off and putting them on the table.  “Sorry, sweetie,” he said looking over to Tonya.   “Your hotel has just become a command center.”  Tonya turned back around and faced the fireplace, as if this wasn’t one of the hardest days of her life.
    “Did you get a look at him?”  Ryan said to Kinney.
    “The way that the boss man pulled us out of there, we didn’t get eyes on him.”  Mel took one step closer to Ryan, whose stare never left Kinney.
    Kinney, took a seat on the opposite side of Tonya on the couch.  “I was leaving the house and there was movement on the upper level.”  Kinney smirked.  “Bastard thought I didn’t hear him.  He might as well had been a rhino taking ballet.  But no, didn’t see him.  My guess, he thought he’d sneak in the house and pop blondie here.”  He pointed to Melissa.  “Lay in wait till you found her and then start another game.”  Kinney grabbed my attention and in a hushed voice.  “You are the end game. You know that, right?”  
    I nodded.  
    “I saw the police report.”  
    I already knew what he was going to say.  
    “She--” He took a quick look at Tonya.  “He asked her about the Tomahawk. Were you aware of that?”
    “Yeah.  She doesn’t know yet.”
    “I wish that everyone would stop talking above my head.  I think I have the right to know what’s going on.”  Tonya was still not looking at either of us. 
    “I will tell you everything, but right now--”
    She stood balancing herself on her good leg. “No, Vic. You are going to tell me now.”
    “I think that you should probably calm down.  This has taken a toll on all of us.”  Mel came forward.  “Right now, Vic doesn’t need any sort of interruption while we are all trying to form a plan.”
    The room fell completely silent.
    Tonya hopped a bit closer to Melissa.  “When I am speaking to you, I will look at you.  So if I were you I would sit in a corner and wait to be called on.  Grown people are talking.”  Then she looked back at me.  “Now are you going to tell me?”
    Kinney leaned over into Melissa’s ear.  “That went over well.”
    “I don’t know who you are talking to, but if these guys weren’t here