Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Or both,” Dix adds with a hint of venom in his voice.
“Whoever it is,” Ace butts in, “we need to find them both to get answers. Joaquin, you spent plenty of time with them as prospects. What do you think?”
All eyes turn to Joaquin, and he flashes a nervous grin. “Honestly? This shit has blindsided me more than you guys. They were both ride or die for the MC.”
Shades snorts. “Funny fucking way of showing it.”
“Seriously,” Joaquin says. “Jordi has a kid sister, and his parents are fucked up. This MC was his career plan, so he could take her from them and give her a better life. If he did this, he had a damn good reason.”
Jordi has a sister? Why didn’t I know that? “If you have any names or addresses for family, send them to me,” I told Joaquin. “Devon?”
He sighs again. “Devon has been dreaming of being a biker since he was a boy, so I can only guess that someone is forcing his hand.”
Shades snorts again and shakes his head. “So we have two angels among us who have no reason to turn their backs on the MC, yet it looks as if that’s exactly what they’ve done.”
His disgust rolls off him in waves.
“To be fair,” I add just because someone has to be the voice of fucking reason around here. “Someone made it look like we traffic humans, so it’s not that unlikely. I just can’t figure out how the fucking Kings could be that sneaky. I mean, most of them have shit for brains.”
Ace nods. “Dix, I need you and Preacher to look into that shipping yard where the Kings receive their shipments. Go in there and play nice with the old man and his daughter. I think Morgan is his name. Not sure about her. Learn everything you can about them. Both of them.”
“On it.”
Satisfied, a small smile touches Ace’s lips. “Joaquin, I want you to keep reaching out to Devon and Jordi. Maybe they’ll answer. Work in the shop while we’re on lockdown. Stay close to Lucky and his brother. They might have heard something.”
“You got it, boss,” he replies with a serious expression on his face.
“Coop. Watch my back. Keep your old lady and the baby in the back bedroom. I don’t want anything happening to them. But I need you out here with me.”
“Heard.”
“All right then. Let’s call it a night,” Ace says just as a knock sounds on the door. “What the fuck is it now?”
McKenna pushes the door open and sends a small smile in Ace’s direction, but it’s her eyes that say more than that. “Sorry. You have a visitor.”
Ace is on his feet and marching toward the door quickly, the rest of us on his heels.
“Doherty,” he growls. “It’s late.”
Doherty nods and points a thumb toward the door. “Two detectives outside. Homicide detectives. They think at least one of your guys is responsible for the deaths of Frank and Ruth Braden.”
Ace scoffs. “What the hell would my boys have to do with that?”
Doherty shrugs. “I don’t know. But you should probably talk to them. Get ‘em off your back.”
“Thanks for the heads up, Sheriff.” He walks over to where the two detectives are waiting.
“Can I help you, gentlemen?” he asks.
The taller detective steps forward. “We’re here to talk to you about the deaths of Frank and Ruth Braden.”
Ace scoffs. “What does that have to do with me?”
The detective shrugs. “We’re not sure. But we think you might know something that could help us solve this matter.”
Ace shakes his head. “I don’t know anything about it. You got a warrant?"
The detective shakes his head. “No, we don’t have a warrant. But we can get one if you don’t cooperate.”
Ace shrugs again. “I don't know anything about it. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.” He starts to walk back into the clubhouse, but the detective stops him.
“We can make this easy, or we can make it hard, Mr. Quint. It’s up to you.”
“You have my answer.” Ace pushes past the detective and goes back into the clubhouse.
The detective sighs and turns to his partner. “I think we’re going to need that warrant.”
Dix and I keep an eye on Doherty’s marked unit and the detective’s unmarked vehicle until the tail lights fade. Then we turn back into the clubhouse.
“We need to get this Nogales shit cleaned up quickly and quietly. Can’t fuck around with the cops watching our every move.”
And I have just the plan to end this war for good.