Page 47 of Biker's Enemy

“Fair point,” Rebecca says, slurring a bit. “But I don’t have any biases and I have a list of suspects.”

Tamiya gives her a warning look. Rebecca shrugs. “What? There aren’t any bikers here.”

Tamiya looks at Deb Shaw suspiciously.

“Deb and I got white girl wasted together. She’s not going to snitch.”

Deb Shaw laughs hysterically and throws her arm over Rebecca’s shoulder. She’s definitely wasted.

“I am not wasted,” she says. “But I promise, I won’t tell. I promise.”

“These men take loyalty seriously,” Tamiya says. “Just make sure you know what you’re doing before you end a life.”

Rebecca clears her throat, clearly unconcerned. Deb giggles uncomfortably because of the alcohol, but that doesn’t discourage Rebecca either.

“I have four main suspects with connections to the club who I believe should have their loyalty questioned.”

Deb perks up and I wonder if Tamiya had a point about Rebecca being careful. Since I barely know what’s going on, I want to know her theories, just out of curiosity. And, in the back of my mind, I might have to use this information as a bargaining chip with Tanner later. If I can’t trick him into telling me the truth… maybe I can convince him.

Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about his return until tomorrow.

“Spill,” Anna says. “Because I don’t know anyone stupid enough to cross my husband.”

“Exactly,” Rebecca says with a sparkle in her eye. “It wouldn’t be someone close to the four co-presidents. Not exceedingly close.”

“They would have to have connections to the club to know about Oske. Or Avery.”

“My first suspect is Savannah Hollingsworth.”

Deb rolls her eyes. “She’s a whore and a junkie. She’s not smart enough to pull off something like this.”

Rebecca nods. “Fair enough. I looked her up and she’s been stripping in Florida right around the spot where Don Hollingsworth met her mom. Junkies might not plan something this elaborate, but if she has information, she might sell it.”

“Is she sleeping with anyone in the club?” Anna asks.

“I don’t know,” Rebecca says. “That’s why she’s just a suspect.”

“Next?” Deb presses her, clearly unimpressed with the Savannah theory. The next one really gets Deb Shaw’s attention.

“Ruger’s wife. Darlene Song.”

Tamiya sighs. “Say that in front of Gideon and you’re going to start a war.”

“I heard Gideon beat his ass in a Taco Bell,” Anna says knowingly. Deb Shaw erupts into peals of laughter at that revelation, making it hard for me not to smile because of her contagious ass drunken laughter.

“Is that what you’re so worried about telling me?” Deb says.

“Yes,” Tamiya says. “But she started it. So keep your ass going.”

Rebecca looks smug, so clearly, she thinks this is the most likely theory.

“What type of woman would marry Ruger Blackwood?” Anna asks, wrinkling her nose. Rebecca might be impressed, but Anna isn’t. I don’t know enough about any of those people to even understand who might betray the Barbarians to a rival biker gang of killer Nazis.

“He got married to some piece of white trash when he was eighteen,” Deb says, clearly unfiltered due to her martini. Tamiya tops off her glass from the martini shaker, at least half as entertained as I am.

“Where is the piece of white trash?” Anna says, hesitating over the more offensive words.

“Prison,” Tamiya and Deb say together.

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