Page 110 of Fighting a Riot

“Well, we don’t have his phone, so let’s stay focused,” Blood said.

Volt turned to Blood. “Anybody go through his room yet?”

“No,” Punc and Tundra said.

Their president nodded. “It’s a long shot, but we should check it. He may have used a burner to talk to the Devil Lancers.”

Yak scoffed. “Yeah, right. Only Punc goes out of his way to use a burner.”

Roll pulled his cell from his back pocket. “Texting Trixie. She can check for us. Since she needed something from the saddlebags just before church, she’s got my keys which means she’s got the master to get in his room.”

Punc leaned toward the table to get Volt’s attention. “Not to question the plan, but how are Vamp and Razor gonna know when the two Devil Lancers come for Prime? None of us even know what they look like.”

Beast grinned. “That’s where you’re wrong. When I covered for Yak and Turk two days ago, two Devil Lancers showed up at Platinum’s. I zoomed in the security camera on each of them. Got their ugly faces printed out just in case we needed them.”

“Why the hell would they come to Platinum’s?” Tundra asked.

Beast’s blue eyes widened. “To start shit, man. Hell, you’re the one who told them they’d get kicked out.”

Tundra shook his head. “Those two weren’t wearing cuts.”

Beast nodded. “Yeah, but they were when they were in the parking lot. They left ‘em in their saddle bags. The moment I saw you dealing with two rough-looking assholes, I thought it might be either Devil Lancers or some other club trying to fuck with us, since Prime’s face was all over the fuckin’ news.”

Cal sighed. “And you’re just now telling us about it?”

“First time we’ve had church. I let Blood know, and he passed it on to Volt.”

Volt sat back in his chair. “He did pass that on. If you printed their pictures, give those to Vamp and Razor.”

A banging on the double doors prevented anyone else from weighing in. Muffled voices made their way into the room.

“They wanted me to come down here, prospect,” a female voice said.

Yak pressed his lips together since he knew it was Trixie.

“Let me handle this, Volt,” Roll said.

The door opened and a prospect stuck his head inside the room. “Sorry, President. I tried to keep her from getting down the hallway—”

Roll stepped in front of the prospect. “Don’t worry about it. Let me out, I’ll deal with my woman.”

A couple minutes later Roll set two cell phones on the conference table. “Seems we got lucky since that asshole was such a moron.”

“Hey! That’s the phone I lost last week,” Punc said, stepping forward to grab it.

Yak held a hand up to stop Punc. “Wait, wait, wait. Why would he have your cell phone?”

Punc shrugged. “Hell if I know, but, come to think of it, he bumped into me the day I lost it.”

Yak nodded. “Remember you telling me that –and how you were happy your cell fit in your back pocket. Seems to me he could have lifted it then, when you were distracted by him dropping his phone.”

From across the table, Razor grabbed the other phone. “Motherfucking shit.”

“What?” Blood asked.

Razor glanced up at Blood and Volt. “If I’m reading these messages right, Prime and Ghost were going to set Puncture up for Ava’s murder. Had Yak not seen the feed being off, Ghost was set to beat her to death in the parking lot and make it look like Punc was behind it.”

For a moment, Punc stood at the wall breathing deep and hard. “I’m getting the first punch.”

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