Page 57 of Rio's Release

Zig jumps in. “You ever heard of a company called Right Way Plumbing?”

“No, señor. Why?”

“That’s what the guy’s shirt said, but we haven’t been able to find a trace of any company by that name,” I mutter.

Eduardo narrows his eyes. “Who do you think he was?”

“They. I’m sure there were more than one. Had to be.”

“What happened to your motorcycle?” he asks.

“Stolen,” Zig says. “We tracked Prez’s phone to the spot, but all we found was his cracked phone on the shoulder. No sign of his bike.”

“You got any ideas?” Eduardo asks.

“We spotted another MC around the area earlier. The Devil Kings. You ever seen them around here?” I sip my coffee, watching Eduardo’s reaction to my question.

“No. Only riders I’ve seen have been you.”

I nod, frustrated with our lack of information.

“Who are these guys?” Eduardo asks.

“No one you want to mess with,” Zig replies.

“As far as we knew, they weren’t in this state. We’re trying to figure out what they’ve been doing here.”

“And you think they had something to do with the guys who jumped you and took your bike?” Eduardo asks.

“I do. Just need to put the pieces together.” I take a sip of my coffee. “So, how’s the wedding planning coming along?”

Eduardo grins. “I try to leave that to my wife. They don’t need my input, just my wallet.”

I grin. “Guess so. Where are you holding it?”

“Right here. Going to set up an aisle and chairs between the rows of trees. They plan to string little white lights in the pecan trees. I’m sure it will be pretty. We’ll have a big tent set up for the reception dinner and dancing. Maria hired a wedding planner. She’s guaranteed us it will all be beautiful.”

“Sounds like it.”

“You should come. All of your club. And of course, bring a date.”

“We couldn’t do that.” I shake my head. “It’s your daughter’s big day.”

“I insist. There will be plenty of room, and I owe you for saving my groves. If you hadn’t stopped to help, the entire place might’ve gone up in flames.”

Zig gives me the side-eye, like coming to this wedding is the last thing he wants to do.

I polish off my coffee and stand. “It’s been good to see you again. Do me a favor and keep an eye out for anyone suspicious.”

“You mean the… What did you call them? The Devil Kings?”

“Yeah. Let me know if you see them.”

“Will do. And think about joining us on the 14th. The invitation stands.”

“Thanks, Eduardo.” I shake his hand. “Take care.”

Zig and I stroll to the truck and head out.

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