Page 31 of Fighting a Riot

“That’s convenient,” Yak muttered.

“No, Yak. That hailstorm we had two weeks ago took it out. It’s a wonder all the cameras weren’t impacted,” Turk said.

“You’re right.”

“If it happened two weeks ago, why hasn’t it been fixed already?” Blood asked.

Yak sighed. “Supposed to get it replaced next week. The camera’s going to arrive on Monday.”

Blood tugged on his ponytail. “Shit doesn’t compute here.”

Punc nodded. “Yeah. I still got my wallet and shit.”

Blood nodded. “Right, and those assholes have to know there are cameras.”

“Why do you say ‘those’? Only one guy on the feed,” Yak said.

Turk fiddled with the iPad, and pulled up a still photo from the night Lucy was attacked. “Damn. This definitely isn’t the same guy.”

The man who attacked Lucy had a stocky build and wasn’t very tall. Punc’s attacker had to be at least six-foot two since he was taller than Punc’s six-foot one frame.

“Maybe he heard Yak’s Harley comin’,” Punc offered.

Yak shook his head. “No. You were out cold, man. And I didn’t notice anyone in the parking lot.”

“Were you even looking?” Punc asked.

Yak nodded. “Yeah, because I needed to figure out where I was going to park. Almost didn’t go around the back since I only saw two open spaces.”

“Maybe they expect the girls to go out by themselves if I’m knocked out.”

Yak shook his head, but Blood spoke.

“No. They gotta know we got more than one person on security. I’m thinking they’re trying to send some fucked up message.”

Yak glanced at Punc. “Tundra working the floor with you tonight?”

Punc shook his head. “No, Prime is. Tundra’s in the booth tonight.”

Yak squinted at Turk. “Then why didn’t you send Prime out to help me with him?”

Turk dragged a hand down his face. “Didn’t even think, just hit Tundra’s number. He happened to be on break.”

“Bottom line here,” Blood said. “We’re gonna have to have brothers in the parking lot starting tonight.”

“Right,” Yak nodded.

Except he didn’t mean it. Something told him the employees working security for the girls had everything to do with this. A twisted thought entered his head and he couldn’t shake it no matter how much he tried. Could a Platinum’s employee be behind this?

The brothers were the only ones who worked the security detail, but the bar staff had been hired. It wouldn’t be that difficult for a bartender to keep tabs on who was working with the dancers each night.

“We ever hear back from, Meena, that bartender we fired last month?” he asked Turk.

“No. What’s she got to do with any fuckin’ thing?”

Yak crossed his arms. “That bitch was so bitter when we cut her loose and she’d always been jealous of the dancers making more money.”

Turk dipped his chin. “And what’s that got to do with this shit? Two men are on the security footage.”

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