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A rumble came from my chest and my adrenaline had me ignoring the pinch from my gunshot wound. “Fuck. Say that again, baby.”

Chapter 37

Eagle

Once Lacy was settled in with Daisy and Shiv having some food and girly talk, all the officers met in Church.

“The two that aren’t dead yet are in the shed,” Jackal said. They had grabbed the Trans Am driver and one of the men from the SUV to interrogate. The rest were already disposed of.

Hawk leaned up. “Trans Am guy said he was being blackmailed. Ran up a big tab with a bookie, the next thing he knows, he’s being contacted about a deal to work it off.”

“So this crime ring is more than just human smugglers?” I asked.

Falcon nodded. “Seems so.”

“And how did Butch tie in?” I asked.

“Trans Am dude said he was in some meetings, but he’s not in charge.”

“Is he still alive?”

Falcon said, “Yep. And one of the guys from the SUV. Figuredyou’d want to talk to him.”

I stood up and left the room, not waiting to be dismissed. Heading down the hall, I took quick strides to the back exit so Lacy didn’t see me. She was safe and secure inside with her friends, enjoying herself. She didn’t need to know these assholes were out here. They were about to meet their destiny, anyway.

Falcon came with me. It was already dark out and while we kept torches around the property, we didn’t keep it very well lit by the shed. There was a newer member watching the shed and he knocked on the door before opening it. I stepped inside and two members were standing guard. From the looks of the blood on the tarp, they’d been busy.

“We got it for a bit, but stay close,” I told them as I looked at the two men kneeling on the ground. “We’ll need you soon.”

The members put a bat and a length of chain down before heading outside. There were two chairs, but they were moved to the corners of the shed and needed a good hose down.

Trans Am guy was shirtless and I noticed he’d been stitched up. Looking over, I asked Falcon, “Her friend didn’t do that, right?”

Falcon let out a humorless laugh. “Hell no. One of those guys,” he said as he tilted his head in the direction of the members outside. “Just wanted to make sure he didn’t bleed out before we were done.”

Hawk had already been in there with them. There probably wasn’t much more I’d get out of him, but I could try. The other guy was personal. They left him for me to finish.

Standing in front of Kelvin, the Trans Am guy, I asked, “So you got a gambling problem?”

He looked up through swollen eyelids, but didn’t answer me.

“That’s okay.” I stepped in front of the other guy. “What’s your story, then?”

Falcon said, “This guy’s a pro. No ID on him. Won’t say shit. Pulled some hidden weapons off him.”

“How long you been working for your current employer?” I asked.

The man was big and strong, but his black dress shirt was torn and wet, probably with blood. There was a tear in his pants where a bullet hit him. That’s why he wasn’t in very bad shape. It didn’t seem like he’d taken any shots where they’d take him out. His large, square jaw ticked and he looked straight ahead.

Leaning down, I looked him in the eye. “Were you the one who grabbed the blonde?”

His gaze didn’t move but there was a slight tick to his eyelid. Good enough for me. I stood back up and swung my boot, connecting to his face. The crack of his teeth echoed in the shed; that got a sound out of him.

Even with his arms restrained behind his back, he stood and yelled, charging at me. I reached up, wrapping my arm around his neck then slammed his face onto my knee. Another crack, followed by a spray of blood from his nose, let me know his face was properly rearranged.

I let him drop to the floor and there was a whimper from Kelvin. “I was told to stay away from your club!”

“Shut up, you idiot,” the big guy finally said as he moaned on the floor.

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