Page 61 of Gypsy Angel

Showalter forwarded the text to her brother and the rest of the team that was inside with her. She had no problems stalling if it meant that it would help them nail this fucker. She had to give Diesel props for surviving this jackass. Taking him down would be her and everyone on the team’s pleasure.

“You said you were with the Golden Fangs. Are you saying that Woody is not partnered with you? We know he is a Red Dragon, yet he seems to do business with your club.” Showalter stepped forward, nodding at her brother, then to his waist where his phone was sitting.

“We are associates. Well, let me rephrase that. Unless the dead man walking can advise me where my brother-in-law, Kraven, and that fucking loser they have for a prez, Diego have disappeared to, our business together is about to be severed.” Symon growled towards Showalter as if he was trying to regain his control.

“Alright, I’ll broker a deal with you. You get me what I’m looking for, and I’ll do business with you. You want information on your brother-in-law, I’ll get that for you.” Showalter shrugged nonchalantly.

“And you’ll get me that information how, when my own men can’t get that for me?” Symon questioned skeptically, tilting his head towards

“I have ways, Symon Dennsovitch, the LA bitch boy of Frank Krieger. See, Satan’s Outlaws have a vast network that you and your Golden Fangers wish they could have. We’ve been building our network since the late forties. You’re still newbies in the game. I knew who you were before I walked into this establishment. I may have tits and a pussy, and you boys think we are stupid. In fact, women who really use their brains are better investigators than the F-B-fucking I. So, you want to know what’s going down with your Kraven boy, then you get me what I want, and you have a deal. You cross me, I’ll make sure my boys wipe you and every fucking thing you love off the galaxy.” Showalter stared Symon in the eyes, letting him know she meant serious business.

“Your payment?” Symon growled towards Showalter.

“What Woody promised me. Young girl, blue eyes, darkish hair, and curvy. Asshat says he had me a girl but then stood me up tonight. I want my payment. Get me what I want, I’ll get you what you want.”

FORTY-ONE

Once they had retreated from the club, they rode around for an hour to make sure they didn’t have a tail from the club. They knew Symon was cocky, but they didn’t think he was stupid enough to put a tail on them just yet.

Once they were sure they weren’t being followed, they all met back at the safe house to go over their information. They checked in with the team on the roof of the vacant building across the street to see what the status of everything was. Once they had that information, they waited for everyone to find their seats.

“Diesel, you able to hear everything that happened through the comms we had?” Showalter cut straight to the chase.

“Loud and clear. How are we handling this?” Diesel confirmed, fidgeting in her seat.

“How do you want to handle this?” Pratt asked Diesel, looking over at her. “You know Symon better than the rest of us.”

Diesel looked at her hands for several minutes before taking a deep sigh. “I really hate saying this, but part of me, the momma part, says storm the fucking castle and find my daughter and burn these mother fuckers to the ground. But the cop side, the practical side, knows I can’t do that. Not if I want Raven found alive.”

“What did the drone footage show?” Viper asked, turning towards Oz.

“You guys were right about tunnels and rooms behind walls. That building is fitted out with several escape routes that do not show up on the blueprint.” Oz confirmed, pulling up the footage he recorded with the drone.

“What about heat signatures in the other areas of the club in those rooms? Anything show up?” Pratt asked, reaching over to grip Diesel’s arm when she noticed her pacing.

“I’ve noticed a few. Several appeared to be huddled together further into the club behind a few of the walls.” Oz looked over at Diesel as he made his statement.

“No way to know who they were?” Diesel asked, reaching over to pat Pratt’s hand.

“No. All we can see is the heat signatures. We’d have to send in another drone with actual camera capabilities to do more in-depth searching. What we have so far is good, but we’d have to do the camera to get better.” Taz answered, stepping into the fray.

“Get the drone fitted.” Diesel decided, looking over at Viper who nodded at her.

“What are you thinking, trouble?” Viper asked Diesel, walking over to her.

“Showalter has to meet with Symon again. While they are doing their meeting, while she’s stalling him with the information, use the drone with the new cameras and get a better map done and get photos of the bodies in the rooms to verify it’s not Raven. Either way, we’ll be rescuing the girls in those rooms.” Diesel reiterated when she decided it didn’t matter who was in the rooms.

“It would help to know what we’re looking for.” Showalter answered, following Diesel’s train of thought on the victims.

“How are we going to play the information part?” Highlander asked, rubbing his hand up and down Pratt’s arm as he stood behind her.

“That’s what I’ve been debating on. I think we should contact the captain, see if we can get a report drawn up for Showalter to hand to Symon. Make it official looking. Something about an argument and a shootout between the two and Diego took out Kraven and his boys.” Showalter stated, looking Diesel in the eyes while stating her idea.

“That would work. Symon would lose his shit about that. The only problem is, he would be the kind that would raid the Red Dragon compound and lay waste to it. Taking everyone and everything out in the compound. I think we need to play both sides against one another. Let them take each other out, we deal with the leftover.” Diesel decided. “Babe, you up for a meeting with the new Red Dragon leader? I say we make an appearance, demand to speak with Woody, let him know we have his flunkies or at least LAPD does, and they are singing like canaries.”

“You think that’s a good idea?” Viper asked, looking Diesel over to gage her train of thoughts.

“Yeah. While we’re in there, Oz and Taz can fly their new gadget around and get video of what needs to be found, make sure Raven isn’t there or look for Katrina and let us know if she is there before we show our asses.”

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