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“You still didn’t work that out yet?” he asked.

I shut the door behind him. “I actually got that settled, well mostly settled, last night. But she’ll take a little longer to come around I suppose. So what happened with the Trans Am?”

Jackal sat in one of the chairs against the wall and I grabbed my stool.

“Like you said, mostly business to business. He went home for a few but I held back in the cul de sac for a while and he left again. He headed toward the city, so I stayed on him. He pulled up at Sugarland’s, so I followed him in. Went inside. He was there with some other fuckers in khakis and polo’s.”

“So they were just there hanging out? Did they seem to be scoping it out?”

Jackal shook his head. “They talked most of the time, ordered some whiskey, no lap dances. Seemed like business.”

“I wonder what kind. Did you get the other plates?”

“Yep, already sent to Keys.”

“I think we need to keep eyes on Sugarland. Those other girls were from there and his car was the last place they were seen.” I stood and paced.

“Can we send some prospects to hang out or you want me to?”

“If we can send a couple guys that may be easier. That way you can stay on Kelvin. Something still doesn’t make sense.”

“You got it, boss.” Jackal stood, making his way to the door. “So, you and your lady straight?”

“On the right track, but I got some more work to do.”

He chuckled and grabbed the doorknob. “Your work ain’tever gonna be done, brother. Not with one like that. But she’s worth it. You remember that.”

“You’re right about that. Thanks, man. Keep me posted.”

I texted a couple of prospects and told them to head to Sugarland for a few nights and to keep an eye out for any classic cars. They didn’t need more info than that. After I shot a text to Hawk to keep him updated, I got ready for my next appointment.

After a simple quote piece to honor a lost family member, I cleaned up then headed to the mechanic shop to chat with Dad.

“Hey, Eagle,” Squatch called from the bay.

“Hey. Dad around still?”

Squatch pointed towards the next bay, so I stepped inside and around the equipment. Dad’s legs were under a yellow Camaro, probably a late 90s model.

“Hey, Dad.”

He rolled out from under the car and grinned. “Hey, son. Good to see ya.” He sat up and grabbed a shop rag, wiping his hands then stood and walked over. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. I was just wondering, you still got that Honda in the garage?”

“Looking to get a car?” his brows pinched together.

“Well, it’s not for me.”

He smiled widely. “So you talked to her?”

“Yeah. It’s better, but she won’t come back to the clubhouse yet. She doesn’t have a car and I can’t always be there when she needs a lift. You know how it is.”

“I do, son. That I do. I still got it. I need to swap the battery and do a little tune up. Haven’t cranked it in a while.”

I pulled out some cash and tried to pass it to him. He pushed my hand away. “You do enough. Let your old man help with this.”

“Thanks, Dad. But I wish you’d take it. I need it sooner rather than later.”

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