Page 18 of A Twist of Fate

“Ever’s dad is still VP over at the MC, right?”

“Far as I know.”

“Okay, I couldn’t get a hold of my guy on the CPD earlier, but he’s running plates for me now. Hopefully, he can pick something up that we can use to see who this is.”

“I’m pretty sure we could just ask Gretchen. The chick is a club whore.”

“Club whores aren’t exactly the best fucking people in the world, especially if they’re stalking MC members. She might not have given them a real name. We don’t know how they operate with shit like that.”

“Fuck!” I hissed. “I know, that’s why I need to go in,” I grumbled out.

Zeke chuckled. “At least you already ride.”

“Riding ain’t the problem. You know how they treat people who prospect for them? I’m a grown ass man. Think about how much it’s going to take for me to suck up being told to wash out the crapper or swab a fucking deck.”

“They’re not pirates, asshole.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Just remember why you’re doing it. Our family.”

“Yeah, I know. Oh, hey, she’s getting into her car.” I turned around to see that Gretchen and Toby and were leaving the restaurant arm in arm. “They’re leaving.”

“Hey Kane?”

“Yeah?”

“Does she look happy?” Zeke’s question threw me.

I took in a deep breath and let it out before I admitted the truth to him. “She fucking lights up and glows around him.” Zeke grunted through the phone.

“Be happy for her then, and we’ll get this shit taken care of so she can be safe too.”

“Yeah, man.” I hung up on him then and prepared to follow them out of the lot until I saw the Jetta still sitting idle as they left. Instead of following, I waited. It took about five minutes that felt more like an hour before the woman also pulled out. This time, she went in the opposite direction of the couple. Knowing that G and T-Bone would be fine, I chose to follow the Jetta out of the lot instead. She pulled up at an apartment building about ten miles down the road from the restaurant and went inside. I waited out there for about an hour before giving in and heading home myself. I did write down the address to give to Zeke though. If he had a friend on the Charleston Police Department, then maybe he could tell us if that was where the woman lived, and if not, who she was going to see.

Over the next few days the same shit played out on repeat. I’d follow them discreetly, using a combination of my vehicles and Zeke’s so I didn’t get spotted easily, and every time I found the woman in the green Jetta doing the same thing. I would stick with her until she parted ways with the couple. Gretchen hadn’t been imagining things. The woman seemed to be everywhere the couple was. There were a few times when she just seemed to know where they were going even after initially losing them for a bit. It made me consider whether she had a tracking device on them or something. I didn’t think it was likely, but if not, then Toby was in contact with someone who was feeding his whereabouts to the woman.

My phone rang on the third night as I followed the woman back to the apartment building she retreated to every evening when she got tired of following them. “Kane.”

“Seneca,” Zeke stated, as if that should mean something to me.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Well, that’s the name of your Jetta owner. Seems she was named after the town on the west coast of the state. Her car is registered to that county anyway.” He paused a minute. “You still following her?”

“She just went inside that apartment again.”

“I think it’s her place,” Zeke told me.

“Think?”

“Couldn’t find a record just yet. Her car and license still have her as a resident in Seneca, South Carolina.”

“Damn, okay.” I glanced back at the little notebook I had started carrying with me. “I have everything written down. The places I’ve seen her following them, times, where she goes after.”

“Good. We’ll need it. I’m thinking we grab Drake and have a little friendly chat with her at her place tomorrow night,” Zeke told me.

“Is Drake going to be in uniform for this chat?”

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