Page 51 of Lawless in Leather

“I think we’ve strayed from the subject, “Alex said. “Mal, talk to Raina about a driver.”

He grimaced. “She’s not going to like it.”

That earned him a look from Alex. “Oh?”

“I already talked to her last night. She wasn’t that keen to have me interfering.”

“She works for us. So we have a right to interfere when it comes to anything to do with the Saints.”

“Well, I’m happy for you to try explaining that to her,” Mal said. “She’s got a mind of her own.”

“You seem to know a lot about her,” Lucas said. “Where were you last night, exactly?”

“No comment,” Mal said. “Now I suggest we go see what Chen has to say so none of us miss our damn plane.”

Chen’s report didn’t do anything to improve any of their moods. The security tape showed a guy in dark pants and dark hoodie for a few minutes during the seventh inning, but there wasn’t a feed that had directly covered Raina’s truck. Because someone had tilted the camera that should have been pointed at the spot where she was parked.

Fuck.

Messing with the camera suggested that this wasn’t a random incident. Not just teenagers daring each other or some guy who’d drunk too much Bud and taken exception to a pink Ford. Someone had gone after Raina’s truck specifically. Their hooded friend, perhaps. Mal scowled at the screen. Chen had already written the work order to rectify the camera gap. But that didn’t help them identify the guy. Or figure out how he’d gotten in.

“The place is a rabbit warren, Mal,” Chen said. “You know that. We’ll increase the parking garage staff and make sure we’re covering all the entrances and exits but this guy knew how to mess with a camera, so he’s not an idiot.”

“Fix the problem,” Alex said. “I don’t want anyone getting in or out of the underground lot that we don’t know about. And tell Raina she’s won herself a brand-new escort to games. I don’t care if she doesn’t like it. Tell her to come yell at me if she has to.”

“I will,” Mal said.

“Chen, you’ll put all this in a report for the police?” Lucas asked.

Chen nodded. “Already done.”

“And we fixed her tires, I assume?” Alex said.

Mal nodded. “Taken care of. Tuck did them. He checked the truck over but I haven’t had a chance to talk to him this morning to see if he found anything. I’ll call him next.”

“Okay.” Alex still didn’t look happy but he’d obviously decided that everything that could have been done since last night had been done. “Then let’s get on with the rest of the day.”

Raina contemplated going back to bed when Mal left but she was still buzzing from sex and the hastily gulped cup of coffee she’d shared with him before he’d gone.

So she played with Wash, tossing his favorite catnip toy for him to chase around and occasionally return to her for fifteen minutes or so. Then she brushed him when he finally flopped down on the sofa next to her.

Grooming Wash always led to her being covered in cat fur, so next stop was the bathroom.

Her bathroom where Mal had recently been naked.

Nope. Don’t think about the naked man.

He wasn’t going to be naked again anywhere near her for days so thinking about it was just self-inflicted mental cruelty.

She sighed and made sure the shower was a few degrees cooler than she usually liked.

After she’d showered, and pulled on yoga pants and a sweatshirt, she made herself breakfast, poured more coffee, and settled down at her computer to check her email.

When she opened the mail program, a cascade of messages started downloading. social media notifications. Facebook mentions. Emails from the email loop the girls at the club used and another burlesque loop she belonged to. All of them seemed to have Fallen Angels somewhere in the subject or the message.

Yikes.

Had the press savaged the girls or something?

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