Page 78 of June 7

Chapter Thirty

Every bone in Daisy's body shook. She pulled her hands inside the sweatshirt and leaned against Bane. Even the heavy blanket wrapped around her failed to warm her.

Jagger squatted in front of her. "We need to know exactly what needs to be done so when the other workers arrive at the pool tomorrow, they'll believe you finished work and locked the door."

"The floors need to be sprayed." Her teeth chattered. "There's a solution in the maintenance shed—no, it's in the office. I had it in my hands when..."

"Okay. Good." Jagger jotted everything down on a piece of paper. "Both locker rooms need to be sprayed?"

She nodded. "They need to air dried for thirty minutes."

"Then what?"

"I close the windows, go out the front door, and lock it behind me."

"Are there cameras inside?" asked Jagger.

"Yeah, but I shut them off when I log off work on the computer and shut it down every night."

"Was the computer off tonight, Daisy?" Jagger met her gaze.

"I shut it off after I locked the door after the boys' team left," she whispered. "M-Mr. Owens was hiding somewhere in the pool house."

"How do you log onto the computer? Is there a password?"

She motioned for the paper and pen, writing down the information. "There's an icon on the desktop. Pool Security."

Cord cleared his throat. "I can handle that, Prez."

Jagger straightened and looked at Bane. "Maverick's handling the evidence. I'll send Cord and a cleanup crew to the pool."

What Havlin Motorcycle Club had done for her went beyond criminal. They were attempting to restore her life, and the means they used went against everything she believed in.

Bad things happen to good people. Sometimes, it wasn't the law or karma or justice that handed out punishments. Sometimes, Havlin Motorcycle Club was at the right spot and time and could help.

The other members of Havlin walked away, leaving her with Bane. He hadn't left her side except to change out of his clothes and get her a pair of men's sweats and a sweatshirt when they'd arrived at the clubhouse.

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