Page 21 of Hell Bent

“Nope.”

Something else was bugging the brother. Unlike Player, Vicious wouldn’t pry. He would, however, make sure his phone was on in case he was needed.

“Let me know if we need to put someone at the shop.”

“Will do. By the way, our Provo brothers called. Croon said he found a ‘69 Road Runner.”

“Did they now?” Player knew the news would make Joker happy.

“Zombie said they’d be bringing it up on a flatbed. They’ll call when they have it in their possession and bring it up when weather permits.”

“I’ll let Joker know. Thanks.” Player knew something was bugging Joker, but the brother wouldn’t budge on spilling his guts. Moving from the pew, he glanced around one more time.

“I see why you come here. It’s peaceful,” Player said before the brother left.

Turning his attention back to the front of the church, Vicious stared at the holy depiction of Christ. He didn’t have to look at the stained-glass windows to know they did not depict biblical scenes. Instead, they held scenes of the history of Montreal. He found that unusual for a Catholic church to break from tradition.

Realizing church was not what he needed, Vicious shifted his weight from his ass to his feet and strolled out of the church, heading to the auto shop. He wanted to check on Sabine, even if he did it from the cab of his truck.

After that, he’d have to have a sit-down with Teller. It was looking more and more like Jerome was behind some of the problems they were dealing with. With that thought, Vicious knew they needed to find a way to put their egos aside.

Vicious sat in his truck a block down from the auto shop. Something about the place nagged at him. After driving by a few times, Vicious decided to park in his usual spot. He was sure his behaviour was becoming close to stalking.

With the weather turning to shit and no sign of anyone lurking around the auto shop, Vicious was about to leave when his phone rang. “Yeah?”

“Are you at home?”

“I’m close. Why?”

“Teller’s on a tear about you being MIA.”

“He told me not to come back.”

“Yeah, but that was four days ago. You’re the VP, brother. It’s noticed when you aren’t around.”

“Teller needs to either meet me at the farm or the dungeon and deal with me. Or he needs to get over it.” Vicious was done with the pissing contest.

“Joker and I are on our way to your place.”

“I’ll see you there.” So much for not being babysat. Starting the truck, Vicious pulled into light traffic and coasted past the shop. As he passed by, he caught sight of Sabine walking through the shop. Slowing down to a crawl, he took a minute to appreciate the view. When she disappeared, he moved the truck along. Picking up his phone from the seat, he called Player back.

“Vicious.”

“Pick something up for dinner. I’ve got dick at the house,” he told the brother.

“We already ordered pizza.”

“Meatlovers, extra meat?”

“Yeah, and extra cheese.”

“Good man.” Hanging up, Vicious set the phone aside so he could focus on the road. Weather that was said to be moving in during the early morning hours had moved in early.

Leaving Old Montreal, he headed toward the marina and home. Tomorrow, he’d decide how to approach Sabine about Jerome Michel. Tonight, he’d figure out how to deal with Teller.

Chapter Fourteen

The bell on the front door jingled, alerting Sway someone had come into the shop. Swearing under her breath about forgetting to lock the door, she headed to the front counter. Sway slowed her pace at seeing two men standing between the front door and the counter. Her heart sped up at their appearance. Staying where she was, she spoke as she took a step back. “Can I help you, gentlemen?”

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