Part 12 (1/2)
Bryce personally searched all the clients and the staff of the Club. He double checked all possible escape routes. Either this Modem guy was the invisible man or he had been right under their noses the whole time.
Seth Murdock saddled up beside him suddenly, and asked him what he wanted to do with the people they had detained.
”Take their names and contact info, then release them,” Bryce told him.
”None of them matched the description, Sir,” he said, seeming to be in no hurry to proceed.
”I didn't expect them to.”
”Well, the photo up on the screen at...” he began.
Bryce gave him a look.
”That's not him, is it?”
”No. Modem is a master of disguise. He never appears the same way more than once.”
”You have been on this guys trail before,” Seth stated.
Bryce nodded. ”The military has a file on him as long as your arm. Most of it is bogus.”
”Did he know we were coming tonight?”
”Maybe,” Donovan narrowed his eyes. ”Anyway, go on, let's clean this up. Hitch a ride with someone else. I have some stuff to do.”
”Yes, Sir,” Seth nodded and began to communicate the orders to the others.
When the door opened, Tyler looked up expectantly from where he was sitting along side the wall.
”Come on,” the Commander motioned to him with his hand.
Tyler rose, eyeing the gun that hung off his hip. ”You going to shoot me now?”
”No, I'm not going to shoot you...yet,” he told him between clenched teeth.
As they left the club, Bryce steered him outside by laying a hand on his shoulder, a hand meant to convey that he had no intention of letting him go. Tyler sighed as he crawled into the craft. He could only imagine what was going to happen now. Whatever it was, he probably wasn't going to like it. ”Are you going to tell my Grandfather about this?” he asked him.
”About the drug dealing, or the kinky s.e.x?” Bryce glanced over at him.
”I'm not a drug dealer and you know it,” Tyler told him. ”I would have been stupid to put those drugs there and how in h.e.l.l could I have anyway, with my hands tied?”
”Umm, you have a point.”
”You're not a very smart cop,” Tyler told him.
”I'm not a cop, remember? I'm a soldier.”
”Well, you're not a very smart soldier,” Tyler threw at him.
He chuckled.
Tyler's eyes widened. ”You b.a.s.t.a.r.d. You just said that to...” He stopped. He was too frustrated to continue.
The night sky was filled with stars. If he hadn't of been so angry, he would have taken time to appreciate it.
”I know you didn't put those drugs there, Tyler,” Bryce told him, looking straight ahead. ”But that man you were with tonight was Modem. And he left a very profitable amount of drugs with you. The question is why?”
Tyler fell silent.
”What did he look like?”
”I told you, he had a mask on, like the one I was wearing.”
”Right. So, how tall was he?”
”Not tall, five ten maybe.”
”Thin or...?”
”Slender.”
”What about his eyes? Did you notice what color his eyes were?”
”It was dark in that room,” Tyler sighed. ”I couldn't say.”
Bryce nodded.
”You're taking me home?” Tyler gasped as he saw the Ruby Mansion come into view.
”More or less,” he said.
”Are you going to tell my Grandfather where you found me tonight?” he probed.