Page 32 of The Savage Outlaw

He opens his door and steps out of the car.

A breeze hits him, grabbing his tie and throwing it over his right shoulder.

He slips his hands into his pockets, including his phone.

He begins to walk and hears a car door open.

He looks back as the driver is starting to get out of the car.

“Sir,” the driver calls out.

“Stay where you are.”

“You’re not supposed to be alone at all.”

“Says who? Who controls me? Huh? Do you control me?”

“No, sir. Of course not.”

“Good. Get back in the fucking car.”

He walks once more.

Yes, he should be a little more careful right now being here. After all, this is technically the leftovers of a crime scene. Police and detectives had been scouring the area for a day after a report of some teeth found by hikers.

‘Hikers.’

He nods, knowing it was all well played by SOFRAW.

A total distraction from what’s really going on. A total diversion of focus and resources. Another masterful kind of move by the bikers.

They knew how to do it and do it well.

He stops walking and looks around.

The air is clean out here. It’s fresh. It’s a great place to think, that’s for sure.

He pictures the bikers pulling the teeth of their traitorous member. Then some of them coming out here and scattering the teeth around. Then to top it all off, they had chunks of skin and blood everywhere. Definitely from a different body though.

All designed and executed, and it worked wonders.

Or at least it bought them some time.

Any big city would have the resources to investigate deeper and know this is all bullshit.

But Cielo liked to be quiet. Off the radar, so to say.

That’s why he loves it here so much.

His phone begins to vibrate.

He checks the screen. Nods.

Answers the call.

“Sir, I have names and locations for you.”

“Excellent,” he says. “About the other thing?”

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