Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
“It sucks he’s dead. I don’t know who fucking killed him, but I do know for fuckin’ sure that Pace told Puck he needed to take a dump to get back inside the club for a reason. That reason is what got him killed, not you. All he had to do was tell Puck what he was really up, which is why Wizard sent Puck, anyway.”
“Unless it was Puck who killed him.”
Shade’s soft input made Moon’s eyes jerk to his. “You don’t seriously think it was Puck, do you? He was on the porch the whole time.”
Shade nodded his head toward the monitors. “He could have done something to the security feed.”
“Puck would have taken the bullet for Pace if he could have,” Moon argued back.
“I agree.”
Moon reared back in his chair aggressively. “Then why did you say it?”
“That’s what I heard a couple of women saying. They aren’t buying that the coroner ruled it as a suicide, either. They’re grasping at straws, which is, if we’re honest, all we have left.”
“He didn’t commit suicide.” Viper’s grim voice drew their eyes. “I don’t give a fuck what the coroner ruled.”
A snort of anger escaped Moon. “The old buzzard should have retired ten years ago. He can’t tell the difference between a kneecap and a brain.” Frustrated, he stood up to pace in the office.
“Pace’s gun was there,” Shade continued, squeezing the football.
“I don’t care if it was in his hand,” Moon argued. “He didn’t off himself.”
“He was also the one who hired the informer.” Viper leaned back in his chair to hook his foot on his knee. “What in the fuck are we supposed to do now? We don’t even know who in the fuck Pace hired.”
“I was hoping they would have come forward by now to either you or hightailed it to Wizard,” Moon admitted.
“Me, too.” Viper studied the tip of his boot as if it held the answers for the universe.
“Wizard has no clue?”
“No. And the only people who knew Pace had hired someone were Wizard, Shade, Puck, you, and me.”
None of them brought up the fact that Puck had the knowledge, which could have been the reason Pace was killed. All of them liked and trusted Puck, and despite Shade voicing what the women were saying, Moon didn’t really believe Shade thought Puck had betrayed the club.
“Me telling Pace to keep it to himself who he’d hired is biting me on the butt, isn’t it?”
“The idea was if we didn’t know, we couldn’t spill the beans to the person we’re trying to catch,” Moon objected heatedly.
Viper dropped his foot back to the floor. “Yeah, well, this has been a waste of time. We don’t know anything more than when we came in here to begin with. I’m going home to fuck my wife. Feel like doing me a solid tonight and babysit Aisha for us?”
Shade nodded. “I’ll go with you. Save you a trip to bring her to my house.”
Instead of heading to the door with Shade, Viper remained standing next to his chair. “You going to get some sleep when you get off? You look like shit.”
Moon shook his head. “Nope. Going to take Larissa to get the rest of her stuff from Sex Piston’s parents’ house.”
Viper’s mouth quirked into a smile. “I bet this is the most you’ve driven a car since you left the service.”
“You would be right.”
“I thought you swore never to ride in one again?”
“Put it this way, the end justifies the means.”
Viper stared at him seriously. “Brother, I’ve said this before, but I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Moon stared up at him just as seriously. “Brother, I hope I do, too.”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
Larissa wiggled her toes in the warm water, wondering if there was any better feeling in the entire world. Her life would be perfect if she had a sack of burgers and fries from Marty’s. She should have stopped and got herself one before coming home. She glumly contemplated why the owner had to be the meanest ass in the universe; she knew she wouldn’t be getting a sack of the delicious burgers anytime soon.
For a brief couple of months, the town had enjoyed a delivery service until the driver fell in love and left. Several of the town locals had tried their hand at the delivery service and failed miserably. It wasn’t worth taking the snide comments the owner handed out, never mind the fee for napkins or ketchup packets.
“One good thing, if our clinic fails, I could always start delivering hamburgers,” she consoled herself out loud.
A knock at the front door had her reaching for her phone. She pulled up the Ring app and saw Moon at the front door.
“Come in!” she yelled, setting her phone back down on the end table.
Her smile of greeting was met with an annoyed frown plastered on Moon’s face as he walked down the entrance hall toward her.