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"Muscle, brother." Rush grinned, already lit from the drink.

He was lucky. Another inch and the bullet would've hit bone. The recovery time would've been longer and harder. Right now, whiskey would help the most over the next few days.

"We've got a bigger problem." Jagger pulled the garbage can around the end of the table in the clubhouse and pointed at Brett to clean up the mess. "Who tried to kill him?"

"There was only one woman there." Wire shrugged. "She heard the shot but didn't know the shooter."

"Didn't know or see?"

Wire took out a cigarette and put it behind his ear. "I can't be sure, but she probably saw a man in the parking lot, but because she doesn't know anyone around here, she thinks the info is insignificant."

"She could give a description, though?" Jagger grabbed Rush when he leaned too far backward and pulled him over to a chair, sitting his ass down. "We need to talk to her."

"Already tried. She was shut up tight in the RV. I told her to call me tomorrow."

Jagger shook his head. "A traveler? She won't stick around. I'd be surprised if she hadn't pulled out of town already."

"Do you want me to go—"

"Do you know what she was driving?" asked Jagger.

"Yeah, couldn't miss it." He put his cigarette in his mouth. "A black Mercedes Benz Sprinter van."

Jagger whistled low. "Track her down. She can't be that hard to find in a rig like that. We need to find out who tried to kill one of our members." Jagger looked around the room. "Take Dio with you."

"Sure thing, Prez." Wire motioned for Dio to follow him outside.

As soon as the door shut, he put the cigarette in his mouth and lit the end, inhaling deeply. Dio came out, carrying his helmet.

"Prez wants us to find the woman who called me about Rush." He put his smoke between his lips and pulled out his phone. Once he had a picture of a similar vehicle, he showed it to Dio. "She was parked at the store."

"Why would someone who could afford a Sprinter be parked in the lot?"

"That's the golden question."

Do you think she stuck around?" said Dio.

Wire shook his head. "We'll have to hit the campgrounds if she's not there. Not knowing where she came from, I don't know which direction she'll go."

"Only one place is open. The others have a gate they close at ten o'clock." Dio pointed. "We'll go north up the highway. It's not much of a campground. More of a turnoff on the side of the highway."

He finished his cigarette. "How do you know about the campgrounds around here?"

"Common knowledge, my brother." Dio grinned. "Didn't your parents ever take you camping?"

"Parents?" He scoffed. "I was passed around from grandparents to aunts. They had better things to do than raise someone else's kid."

"Fuck." Dio's gaze softened. "My parents used to take us camping when we were kids before they got a divorce. The campgrounds close the entrance gate at night and open in the morning. It's a safety practice. Tents and flimsy RV doors don't keep anyone out."

He stubbed out his smoke and pocketed the butt. "Let's ride out and check the store. Maybe we'll get lucky before she gets too far away."

"Lead the way."

Wire straddled the Harley, put his helmet on, and started the engine. He rode away, staying in second gear until he got to the main street through Seaglass Cove. A block away, he signaled to Dio. The woman hadn't left. Her van was still parked in the lot in front of the store.

He gazed in his side mirrors and scanned in front of him. It was after two in the morning. The bars were closed. The streets were empty.

Everything looked quiet and safe.

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