Page 155 of Dagger

The radio crackled for a few seconds, and then Tex’s voice said, “They’re parkin’ up now.”

Despite the onslaught of nerves making my gut churn, I laughed. “You all hidden?”

“Yep.”

“They have to fire first,” I reminded him. “As soon as they do, shoot those fuckers dead.”

“Got a Sinner in my sight already,” he muttered.

“Don’t forget what Prez told ya. Avoid the commandos.”

Tex let out an audible sigh. “Still don’t know why we can’t shoot ‘em. Seems like a wasted opportunity to me.”

I smirked. “Prez has his reasons—”

“Whoa, Cash,” Tex exclaimed, cutting me off. “Henderson’s here.”

My face scrunched up. “Huh? I thought the FBI had him on house arrest?”

“Must’ve got out,” Tex replied.

My lip curled in disgust. “I better let Colt know. You good?”

“Fuckin’ A,” he muttered. “Over and out.”

I placed the radio back on the bar and dug in my pocket again for my cell, pulling it out and tapping Colt’s name. Holding it to my ear, I waited until he said, “Yo. Cash.”

“Did you know Henderson’s back in Hambleton?”

“I just found out the sheriff dropped the charges. We’re trying to get them reinstated, seeing as it wasn’t the sheriff who arrested him in the first place, and therefore, not his jurisdiction. We’ve taken him into custody and charged him with everything we could—which was a lot. As soon as we get the go-ahead for the arrest, we’ll pick Henderson up.” He paused. “How’s it going there?”

“So far, to plan,” I replied. “But you have to stay away from it. No involvement.”

“Got it,” he muttered. “Gotta say, brother, my FOMO’s off the damned charts.”

“You gotta stay clean,” I reiterated.

“I know—”

A gunshot exploded from outside.

“Go!” he ordered. “Keep me posted.”

Disconnecting the call, I hurried toward the window to see what the fuck was going on.

Bolt glanced over his shoulder at me as I approached. “They fired a shot, but they’re not close enough to trip the cameras.”

“The shot won’t hit from that distance,” I muttered to myself, glancing out the window to see a number of black GMCs lined up with men standing around them, talking. One dude was lookingat the clubhouse through a pair of binoculars. My blood turned to ice when I noticed Bear stood talking to Henderson, and his lieutenants surrounding them. “Fuckers need to come closer.”

“They will,” he replied. “They’re just tryin’ to throw us off.”

My stare fell on Bear laughing with one of his men, and my lips thinned. “We can wait it out. Everybody’s in position: my woman and boy are safe downstairs. I’m prepared to siege this shit out for months.”

Bolt grinned, his eyes still glued to the scene outside. “It’ll happen, Veep. The dirty fuckers can’t help themselves. It won’t be long.”

“The boys on the roof have to stay cool, though.”

The radio crackled, and Tex’s voice barked, “There’s movement.”

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