Page 115 of Fighting a Riot

“I was just downtown. They stopped me this morning. Asked me to go in for questioning. So I did.”

“What the fuck for?” Yak asked.

Volt almost grinned. “Because Bernstein advised me to do that the next time they stopped me.”

“They accuse you of being the reason behind Prime’s failure to appear?”

Volt sauntered behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels. “Not in so many words, though they were trying to get me to trip up and say shit like that.” He set out a high ball glass and poured two fingers of whiskey. “They also asked if I’d seen Jackhammer or Warden.”

Cal shook his head. “Those must be the two who weren’t at the raid.”

Volt sipped his drink. “No, they’re from another Devil Lancer chapter.”

Yak narrowed his eyes. “Why would they think you know those assholes?”

One of Volt’s brows went up. “Prime’s mom knew he got out. She’s raised hell that he’d never leave her without saying goodbye and he’d never fail to appear.”

“Surprised she’s able to do that from the inside,” Cal muttered.

Volt twisted a hand out. “They did turn to her first when he didn’t show. Figured she’d know where he went.”

“Has she told them everything she knows? Or do we not know that?” Yak asked.

“That’s the one thing Prime did right. He didn’t let his mom know who he was taking orders from –though she had figured out he was going to be a Devil Lancer once he was done fucking us over.”

A prospect put another Yuengling in front of Cal and wandered off to the other side of the common room. Cal opened the bottle. “I thought Iggy had been with Prime’s sister.”

Volt nodded. “From what I’ve heard, the whole family loved Iggy.”

“That shit’s warped,” Yak muttered.

“More like they’re warped,” Cal said.

“Do they think Jackhammer and this other guy helped Prime leave town?” Yak asked.

Volt aimed a dry look at Yak. “Something like that. Pretty sure they know Prime’s dead. They’re just trying to figure out where they can find his body.”

“Bernstein was there when you were questioned, right?” Cal asked.

“Yeah. He earned his paycheck today. If he hadn’t been there, the detectives would have brought every one of us in for questioning.”

Yak stood and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge behind the bar. “Thanks for taking one for the rest of us, Prez. Does this really mean they’re done following us?”

Volt shrugged. “Probably. But I still wouldn’t speed across the Buckman or any shit like that. If they can find a reason to take us in, they’re gonna do it, for now.”

Cal set his beer bottle down and turned both of his hands up in question. “But really, they can’t do shit with us. Right?”

Volt’s lips tipped up. “We aren’t the last people seen with Prime. Nobody knows what the hell happened to him, though Jackhammer and Warden were the last people seen with him. Bernstein says the focus will be on those two.”

“Good,” Yak murmured, drinking his water.

Cal polished off his beer. “Good? That’s fuckin’ great news, motherfucker. You need an attitude adjustment.”

Yak glared at Cal. “When Nora gets a clean bill of health, I’ll have a fuckin’ great attitude.”

Cal’s eyes closed and he dipped his head. “Sorry, man. You’re right.”

Yak felt Volt’s eyes on him and he glanced that direction.

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