Page 49 of Gypsy Angel

“Yeah, I knew Baskins, Swatfield and Jenkins had filed a complaint about Sampson and their suspicion. The IA officer they originally talked to told them they should be ashamed of themselves for what they did. I went to Blevins in IA and handed him the copies of the complaints and the recordings. That guy was fired from IA and blacklisted. I think they were trying to come up with enough evidence to inform the captain about it.” Sgt. Brocard admitted to her team.

“Why didn’t they just go to the captain about it?” Raso asked, leaning forward.

“If I’m not mistaken, at the time, the situation that caused them to question what was really going on, the captain was on vacation, a much needed one and Lt. Heil was at the hospital with another situation that was going on. They came to me, and I directed them to IA. They were originally supposed to go to Blevins, but he was at the hospital along with Heil.”

“Wait, was that when that female officer got shot when a girl screamed out help?” York asked, sitting straighter.

“Yep. Apparently, one of Swatfield’s girls was being kidnapped by her original trafficker. No one could figure out how she was found when Swatfield had put her in a safe house. The female officer was the one who was assigned to watch it. Swatfield already had her suspicions, but when she saw the after-action report, she knew what had happened. It was stated that Sampson pressured her to tell her where the girl was, claiming that as the team leader she had every right to all the information and that if she didn’t give it to her, she was filing a report with the Lt. that she was up to something.”

“That bitch!” Pratt grumbled, hitting the table. “That officer nearly died from the assault that was thrown at her and that girl was traumatized. It took us forever to get that girl to talk to us.”

“Ok, so they are part of the Red Satan’s. Do they have any connections to the Red Dragons or the Golden Fangs?” Diesel asked, ready to get the job started.

“Yes, and no. No, on the Golden Fangs, but they have a rivalry with the Red Dragons. Something to do with a chick. Story is that one of the Satan’s fucked a Dragon’s sister, knocked her around and knocked her up and then dumped her after they got her hooked on drugs.” Houston advised the group, leaning his chair back on two legs.

“Ok, so what’s the issue? My understanding is the Dragons treat their women no better than what I’m hearing the Satan’s do.” Pratt questioned, looking over at Viper and Houston.

“True, but they had planned on, supposedly, forcing this sister to marry into another mc to strengthen their numbers and because of what happened with the Satan’s, the other mc said ‘nope’ flipped them the bird and took out three messengers and sent their ears and hands with the middle finger extended back as a message.” Houston told Pratt with a wink and a smirk.

“My kind of message. Might need their number later!” Pratt nodded at Houston.

“What for lass?” Highlander asked, almost fearful.

“For when you piss me off and I decide the dick isn’t worth it.” Pratt replied without looking at her husband as she bit into a piece of bacon.

“Ah, so ye are saying ye don’t need the sausage tonight, then?” Highlander looked over at his wife with a quirked eyebrow.

“Eh, never mind Houston, I guess I won’t need that number right now. But keep it handy in case we need them as backup for other cases.” Pratt shrugged, winking at Angel, who laughed at Pratt’s look.

“Ok, so now that we know they aren’t linked to the Fangs and really don’t need to worry about them with the Dragons…what’s on the agenda for tonight?” Raso asked, clapping her hands as she looked around.

“Meeting with Raven’s parents tomorrow. Sgt Brocard, Pratt and I will go do that. Toi, Angel and Raso, I want you two to go talk with the group home director. We’ll send you texts to ask when you go there to find out about Katrina Barlow. Highlander, you, Viper and Snake go check out the club from the safe spot they have been doing recon at. I want your opinion on the club from the outside. Once we all meet back here, we’ll decide on who to send in tonight for recon on the inside. I’m thinking Toi, Angel, Duong, Gigi and Peaches should go in together. They can cover more ground with the five of them. Toi and Angel, did you two bring what we advised you to bring?” Diesel asked, taking over the show.

“Aye, I did.” Toi’s Irish lilt wafted through the room, making Highlander turn his head quickly towards her.

“Where are ye from, lass?” Highlander asked, studying the woman closely.

“I’m from Dublin, Ireland. My mum and da are still there. I wanted something different.” Toi answered, narrowing her eyes at Highlander.

“Your accent. That’s all. Welcome to the group.” Highlander shook his head and looked over at his wife, who had a look in her eyes. He knew that look. “Lass, can ye come with me for a moment? I can’t seem to find a shirt I thought I had packed. Ye didn’t steal it to wear, did ye?”

“How could I? Other than when I’m around these guys or at work, you keep me naked!” Pratt answered, her voice not as boisterous as it usually is. “You probably left it at home.”

“Come help me find it.” Highlander asked again, pulling on Pratt’s hand.

Before she could leave the room, Diesel and Toi pulled her aside and had a few words with her, knowing exactly where her head was at. When they let her go, she rolled her eyes and followed her husband up the stairs.

“Let’s finish eating. They will be a few moments. Toi, you good?”

“Aye. I know she’s not upset with me. And I know a man. He wasn’t looking at me as if he wanted something with me. It was like he recognized me from somewhere. But if he’s Scottish, he doesn’t know me. Now, my ma, that would be different.”

THIRTY-FIVE

The next day, once Viper, Highlander and Snake left with Raso and Rameriez to go check out the club from their recon spots, Sgt. Brocard, Diesel, and Pratt left to meet with Nadia and Raven’s parents. Once they arrived at the address Nadia had provided, they noticed the motorcycles that were shown on the Google Earth photo Oz had shown them. Oz was on standby, thank goodness, with an earpiece in to check on any information that was provided to them.

Diesel took a deep breath just before knocking on the door. When the door opened, memories rushed back as Nadia opened the door. Diesel stepped back as they assaulted her, relishing in the hands at her back of her team sgt and one of her best friends.

“Cheryl!” Nadia said with a warm smile as she reached out to hug her.

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