Four hours later, Waverly was in Maisie’s tender care, and I was with Hatch in his office on a conference call with Sundance. Damon Mecham escaped from Colorado State Penitentiary, right in the Primal Howlers’ backyard. I figured if anyone could track a biker in Colorado, it would be those guys. And I damn well knew the Howlers could handle business without any blowback. Hatch reached out to Sundance as soon as he got off the phone with me, and he was now calling back.

"I reached out to a mechanic I know whose old lady works as a prison guard at the State Pen. He said the Supreme Riders were the ones who busted Cupid out. They bribed and/or extorted some guards and nurses and snuck him out during what was supposed to be a well-check after a recent appendectomy. Apparently, they got him out of Colorado that same night."

"Any idea of where he is?" I asked.

"His mom and stepdad are his only family in Colorado, and they disowned him ten years ago. I couldn’t find any reason they’d help him and neither did the police. His real daddy died two years ago of cirrhosis of the liver, so the club’s all he’s got."

Hatch stroked his beard. "They could have him stashed away anywhere."

"And no way are any of them talking," I said. "At least not without proper motivation."

"I’ll keep you posted as soon as I hear anything more," Sundance said.

"Thanks again for helping us out," Hatch said.

Sundance chuckled. "Shit, man. How many is that you owe me?"

"I’m afraid to say I’ve lost count."

"In all seriousness, though, I’m more than happy to help you nail this sick fuck," Sundance said. "I sure as hell don’t want him in my state, or any state for that matter, except the state of decomposition."

"Don’t worry," I replied. "He’s never getting out of the hole we’ve got dug for him."

"It’s true what they say about your club, Hatch."

"What’s that, brother?"

"The Dogs of Fire may not be one-percenters, but they’ve got teeth," Sundance replied before hanging up.

"At least we know he’s not in Colorado," Hatch said.

"Great," I replied. "Only forty-nine states to go."

"Should we start alphabetically?" Hatch replied sarcastically.

"Don’t start that search just yet," Booker said, coming into Hatch’s office with an open laptop, setting it on the desk. "I may have him."

"Holy shit, really?"

"I reached out to Jaxon, he’s not on this case, but with his clearance he was able to access the FBI case file on Damon Mecham, a.k.a. Cupid’s prison break. I took a look at all the mail he received over the past five years and noticed something interesting."

"What’s that?" Hatch asked.

"The only mail he ever got was from his mother, and occasionally from his father, until three years ago when he started getting regular letters from someone named Sorcha, no last name included. I thought maybe they were love letters from a girl on the outside, but as soon as I started reading the first one, I knew that wasn’t the case. At first, I thought Sorcha might have been a pen pal from a religious organization because she referred to herself as his ’sister,’ and Mecham was an only child."

"So, who is she?" I asked.

"I know Damon Mecham was the only child to Richard and Marci Mecham, but what if Richard had another kid after he divorced Damon’s mother?"

"She’s his half-sister," I said,

"I almost missed it, too. The FBI in Colorado did miss it. I did a search for anyone named Sorcha born in the Colorado area after the time Damon’s parents split up. I even ran the start date back just in case her birth was the cause of the split but only came up with dead ends. But then I learned that Richard Mecham’s family were members of the LDS church, dating back to the earliest days. Which got me thinking about names. And although Richard Mecham wasn’t the greatest poster boy for the Mormon church, he was still traditional enough to name his daughter the most common within the faith, Sarah. Fun fact, Sorcha is Irish for Sarah."

"Nice catch," Hatch said. "Remind me never to go against you in a pub quiz."

"So, Sorcha’s his sister? Why the hell does that matter?"

"She’s his half-sister," Booker corrected. "His illegitimate half-sister at that, which is why Richard Mecham’s name isn’t on her birth certificate, and why she doesn’t go by her given name. Her father’s shame is now her shame. It’s been with her for her entire life and is the motivation behind her reaching out to her brother. According to her letters, she only learned of Damon’s existence after her mostly absent father had been diagnosed with terminal cirrhosis and began writing to her in hopes of making a connection with him."

"Lucky Sorcha," I said. "She gets a big brother who’s a white supremacist and convicted rapist."

"Yeah, well, according to her letters, lucky Sorcha is exactly what she thinks. She’s fixated on him, desperate for his approval."

"And you think Sorcha’s hiding him?" Hatch asked.

"She’s got a place in Twin Falls, Idaho. It’s only twelve hours from Colorado State Penitentiary. I’d bet my left nut and a tuna salad sammich he’s there," Booker replied.

Hatch stood up. "Saddle up boys. We’ve got about five hundred miles to ride and less than nine hours to do it in."