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“Freddie?” I turned to look at the enormous man with the long, dark hair. “Your name’s actually Freddie?”

Fury shrugged. “Yeah. It’s Freddie. What’s so amusing?”

I smiled, trying not to giggle.

“It’s actually Frederick. He likes neither.”

“I’ll still knock you out, little brother. And I don’t mind doing time for it either.”

PC Gray turned back to me, deciding not to taunt the angry biker any further, and my bet was that he wasn’t as worried about his brother, but at the men that gathered behind him, waiting to be let loose on the young copper.

I sighed. “Look, I snooped around his office and found a secret stash of paperwork in a safe hidden under his desk. Contracts and wills. All leaving a sum of money to him and the rest to one church.”

The officer sat up a little taller. “You get copies?”

I shook my head. “We went back for them, but he’d already taken them away. Then, when I got to my hotel room, it had been ransacked, like someone was looking for something. That was not a coincidence. But now, without those documents, I have no evidence, no leads. Just a nice fat, dead end.”

“Can you remember anything else about the wills?”

“I can remember the names on them?”

“Good. Good.”

I listed the names I’d seen, and some partial addresses, the odd one or two sinking in my memory.

“That’s fantastic. I need your number. To update you on how the investigation is going.”

I nodded, writing it on a page in his notepad. And then he leaned forward towards me.

“You don’t look like the sort of woman that would hang around with an MC, Ms Fischer.”

“And what sort of woman would that be, then?” I answered curtly.

“I just mean know who you are here with. These are criminals, Heidi. What do you really think they can protect you from? Go home. You’ll be safe there. With your friends, to your own home. In a place that you know, and your brother doesn’t. We’ll run the investigation here, and you can stay well apart from that, and from a one-percenter MC who’ll only pull you into shit that’ll likely end with you dead, anyway.”

I sat staring at him. Doing nothing, just staring at him.

“What’s wrong, Heidi?” Fury asked, moving forward towards us again. “What has he just said?”

Chapter Thirty Three

Jake leaned forwards across the table, lowering his voice and dipping his head so I could neither overhear nor make out the words on his lips. He spoke quickly, never glancing at me, but whatever he said to Heidi made her face turn pale. When he pulled back, she didn’t move, her eyes fixed on him, just staring.

Anger rushed at me. Anger and dread. And I strode forward, Indie’s arms skimming off my bicep where he’d reached out to grab me, missing me completely.

“What’s wrong, Heidi?” I asked. “What has he just said?”

“It’s nothing. It’s fine Fury.” She answered. But she didn’t look towards me, only straight ahead, her eyes not focussing on Jacob either.

“You have everything you need?” I grunted, and he nodded in response. “Then you’d better get out of here before I can’t or won’t hold this lot back any longer.”

Jake got to his feet, moving out of the booth but stopping again alongside Heidi.

“Think on what I’ve said, Ms Fischer.” Heidi glanced up at him, her face tight, watching him walk out.

Magnet and Reap followed him a few feet back, quietly escorting him off bike club premises. But whatever he’d said to Heidi had rattled her and now she was looking as distant as I’d ever seen her.

“Heidi, what’s wrong?” I asked, slipping into the booth beside her.

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