Page 37 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

“She’s the mule.”

“The mule. Of contact?” Cooper asked.

“Yep. Thompson and Runerband have an email they run through the dark web, an incognito screen, using a VPN that they scramble each and every time they send emails through. Then they delete the emails,” Wrong Way answered.

“How do you know this is happening if they use the dark web and delete shit?” Micah questioned in challenge. Yeah, this was pissing Micah off. For a man who didn’t get rattled, it made me want to laugh, but no way in fuck I did.

Wrong Way chuckled a bit. “Hayden found them buried on a cloud and had spyware installed when she took her computer in to get fixed. The bitch probably doesn’t know it’s there.”

“You’re fuckin’ shittin’ me,” I growled low. Fucking hell. We had access to the emails. We could hopefully figure this shit out.

“Nope. Drive in there”—he nodded to the envelope Cruz held—“has everything from the cloud. It’s a two T drive because there’s a lot of shit. Didn’t have time to fetter it out,” Wrong Way added. “But we have it all, whatever it is, because I don’t know what’s there.”

“Do we even need to meet with the contact?” Cooper asked Crow.

This was a new development I’d found out before we took off on our bikes. It was the reason we came all this fucking way. Crow had a contact in the police department to gather more information on the asshole Thompson.

“You’ll wanna meet him. Not all of you. He’s freaked as fuck. Will only meet out on the public beach in the very populated area.”

“What. The. Fuck?” Cruz growled low. “He wants us to go to the fuckin’ beach? Has he lost his fuckin’ mind?”

“Yeah. But he hates Thompson. Wouldn’t give the info to me. Said it had to be someone who didn’t live in Alabama so it couldn’t be traced.”

“Anything can be traced,” Micah responded.

Ryker shrugged. “Except for Thompson’s computer…”

Ryker didn’t see the punch coming as Micah’s fist connected with his face. His head snapped to the side, then returned. One would think Ryker would be pissed. Or beat the fuck out of Micah.

But that wasn’t what Ryker did. Instead, he burst out laughing.

“Dickhead,” Micah said.

“Focus. Who’s meetin’ this dickhead?” Cooper asked Cruz.

Brewer left the group and went to his bike, pulling something out and coming back.

“You and Raid.”

My eyes slid over to Cruz. Me? Why the fuck me?

“Here are trunks and a football.” Brewer tossed the bag at our feet.

“Football?” Cooper asked.

“Yep. That’s how he’ll find you. Be at the thirteenth street beach access. He’ll have a blue umbrella. Toss the ball by him.”

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ with me.”

Crow raised his arms and shrugged. “Don’t ask me.”

“We should just grab him and put him in the pit,” Rhys said.

“Timing and location. Plus he’s a cop and paranoid as fuck. Don’t want eyes on us any more than we already have them. This fucker is going at you in Sumner. What’s to say we’re not next?” Crow added.

“True.”

Cruz turned to Cooper. “You two get changed and get whatever he’s got. We’ll be close and have eyes.”

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