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“Here ya go, brother,” Shiner says, tapping my leg with the wrenches.

I take them from Shiner before pointing out the wires to Torch. “You see what I see?”

With Torch being a trained firefighter, it doesn’t matter if he’s a volunteer or not, he’s been trained to eye things like this by his dad, who’s also the fire marshal/investigator.

“Fuck me, someone was tracking Marley,” he mutters low enough for no one else to hear him.

“That’s what I was thinking,” I tell him, reaching up to disconnect the wires that were bolted in. “Hopefully, there will be something on this that will help Keys and Marley.”

“Maybe, but with how severely charred it is, it’ll be a crap shoot,” Torch remarks.

“Crap shoot or not, it’s something.”

Who the hell knows, we might find something, something I’m not about to let the cops get their hands on. If this is Deets, I don’t give a shit if Adams can do anything or not, I’ll be killing the fucker.

Moments later, once I climb from under the car, I grab my wrenches and head for the garage to put them away. Torch already pocketed what I needed him to and will take it back to the clubhouse while I deal with Michael and Marshall.

“What did you find?” Adams asks, holding a hand up before I can deny anything. “Off the books questions, man, know you, know the club, you found something, gave it to Torch, what was it?”

“Go ahead and answer him,” Blow states calmly.

Sighing, I walk over to my toolbox before I answer. “Found a device connected to the wires for her GPS. Torch confirmed. He’s taking it to Keys and Marley.”

Adams nods. “If there’s anything they find, I need to know. I get y’all gotta do your thing, but this is still my investigation.I need to know what I’m looking at. And if I need to be looking more into Deets on this.”

The last part he murmurs for only Blow and me to hear.

“We’ll let you know.” Blow nods, confirming what Adams is saying without saying more. Bringing his gaze to me, he jerks his chin. “Time for us to go. Let Adams’s boys handle things from here.”

Nodding, I head for my bike, ignoring both Michael and Marshall. Until they can prove themselves to me, more like until Marshall can prove himself, I’m not sharing shit with them about Marley.

Maybe it’s because I don’t know the relationship between them. Marley said they were all like oil and water when it came to each other, that they loved each other and would do anything for one another. This might be so, but they all need to find themselves in my good books before I let any of them alone with my woman. Not even her mom has been able to get to her since I left. Keys and Scorn were taking care of that. Mostly because Scorn was stationed outside the room where Keys and Marley were held up working together.

I’m sure I’ll hear from Marley about my actions later, but not before she knows the reasons behind the actions I took to keep her safe. When it comes to Marley, it seems I’ll walk the edge of all things to see her safe, not just physically but also emotionally.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

MARLEY

“Your boyfriend needs to butt out of our business,” Marla mutters sarcastically.

“Don’t even,” I snap, leveling a glare on her. I knew I should have stayed where I was and not bothered to come out for more coffee, but the stuff Keys has is horrible. It can’t even be classified as coffee. The man doesn’t know the meaning of heavy handed and makes it almost like mud. “I don’t have time to listen to your griping.”

“Griping?” Marla scoffs. “I’m not griping, Marley. I’m just tired of always getting called in these things. Can’t you just live a normal life?”

Squaring my shoulders, head high, I stare at my little sister. “You know what? I’m done with this shit. I didn’t even want all of this to begin with. You can leave and go back toyournormal life. Don’t worry about me. In fact, forget you have a sister altogether since you seem to think it’s such a hardship havingmeas one.”

I stomp away, hearing her, but not. I need to get coffee and get back to work. Keys has a sweet setup, and it was even better after I installed several of the programs I use onto it. It wasn’thard to find information on Deets. The tricky part was getting around being flagged digging doing it. We didn’t need him to find out someone was looking into him.

What I found interesting, however, is the intel I found on his daughter, Hattie Deets. She’s a year older than me. Beautiful in the pictures, but according to records, she’s been diagnosed with bipolar and depression. She attempted to kill herself when she was only fifteen. I honestly feel a tad sorry for the woman. Something in my gut tells me to dig more into her, and that’s the plan.

Still heated about my sister, I wasn’t paying attention when two of the skanky clubwhores Storm and the others told me about step in my way.

“I don’t want any trouble with you two,” I tell them. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with more bitchiness.

“We know the score already,” the brunette with a heavy chest says, eyeing me up and down. I’m surprised she’s actually got on more than the small amount of clothes she was wearing before, still she showed a lot of skin. “We just got back and found this outside on one of the cars where we park. It has your name on it.”

My name?

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