Page 46 of Facet

“I never saw him the first night he fucked with Willow,” Sabre replied, his tone heavy with regret. “I vaguely remember a guy sitting at the table earlier in the night, but he was quiet and kept to himself, so I didn’t pay him a lot of attention.”

“Didn’t Séamus take a copy of it last night?” Chains asked as he strummed his fingertips on the heavy wood of the tabletop.

“He did, but I haven’t heard anything from him since he left. I’ll reach out to him when we’re done and see if he’s had any luck with it,” I said.

“First step is to track him down, then find out who he’s working for, because this has to go deeper. It doesn’t make sense,” Venom mused with a heavy sigh.

“Willow doing okay?” Hawk held my gaze when he asked the question.

“Shaken up, but she’s hanging in there,” I assured him. Hawk and Julia had taken to her like she was his long-lost daughter. He’d already had one of those and that had been a shocker of epic proportions.

“Facet, are you claiming that girl finally?” Kicker asked before he spit tobacco in a Coke bottle.Revolting. I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, but I haven’t officially discussed it with her,” I replied, hating that I hadn’t talked to her about it yet. Though in my defense, we’d had a lot of shit going on.

“‘Bout time,” Hawk muttered, but the smirk he tried to keep hidden told me he was just messing with me.

“When you do, get with Chains to set up her ink,” Venom instructed.

I nodded.

“Speaking of… what about the cameras at the tattoo shop?” Venom asked me.

“I’m not sure how, because they showed nothing, but the cameras were all tampered with. It was in a way that I wasn’t sure what they’d done at first. Then I realized someone had burned up their insides. Yet there was no sign of any tampering from the outside. It was the weirdest thing I’d ever seen,” I explained.

“Did you get them fixed?” Hawk asked.

I shook my head. “No. I just swapped them out and got them back up and running before I got the call about Willow.”

“We need to set up some surveillance across the street and from the top of the building looking down,” Voodoo chimed in.

“I agree.” Venom strummed his fingers on the table in agitation. He hated loose ends and not knowing who was fucking with our shit was a big ass loose end.

“Can you handle installing them, or do I need to send Facet down there?” Venom directed the question at Chains.

“I got it. Installation is no problem, but chasing down issues? That’s not me,” Chains replied.

“Good enough.” Venom turned to me. “You mentioned yesterday that we have a few jobs to discuss?” He arched a brow at me, waiting.

“Yeah. We have two disposals, not including the one I forwarded to Alessio De Luca. Then I just checked our messages, and we have a cleanup down in Des Moines—double homicide, high end apartment,” I told everyone.

We went over the disposals and voted to take them both on. The payout would be good, and they were both violent rapists. Good riddance as far as I was concerned. Ghost and Kicker would be taking the biological cleanup job.

We wrapped up the meeting, and everyone was getting to their feet when Sabre opened the door. “Hey,” he said, sounding surprised.

Everyone’s attention went to the door. Séamus was leaning against the wall outside the chapel.

“I think I have something you’re going to want to see,” he somberly announced.

“What?” Venom frowned as he propped his fists on his hips and sighed. “I’m getting real fucking tired of surprises.”

“Me too. Fuck,” Angel breathed.

“What is it?” I asked, making my way up to the front of the pack.

“You’ll see,” he vaguely replied.

“You need all of us?” Venom asked.

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