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This meant a whole load of details. Dirty didn’teven want to think about it. He was concerned with them hiding in the shadows,lurking, waiting for the perfect time to escape. He didn’t even consider thatthey might have hidden in plain sight.

“We’d have noticed them,” Dirty said.

“Would we?” Fritz asked. “I mean, seriously?”

Dirty ran a hand over his face, because the truthwas, all the Evil Fuckers MC blurred into one. They all had an enemy withinDaemon, but that man was gone. Then there was Bug, the man’s son who was alsogone.

He frowned. “He never brought the same person,”Dirty said.

“Warden’s on the way,” Colt said.

Dirty looked toward Colt. “He didn’t, did he?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Think about it, when Daemon brought Rosaliearound, he never brought the same people around. Even at the club, when we wentto party with them, it was always dark.” Dirty rubbed his temples. “This waspart of Daemon’s plan, it had to be.”

“Okay, I must have gotten dumb in the last fewminutes, because I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”

Dirty looked toward Fritz who seemed equallyconfused.

“Think about it, even on that grainy piece of shitvideo, or in a lineup, how many of the Evil Fuckers MC could you identify?”

“Loads.”

“Yeah, you could pick these men in this pictureright fucking now, if they were standing in front of you?” Dirty asked. “Whatabout the first day they brought Rosalie? How about at the wedding? Huh? Anyone?”

Colt frowned and he turned to look at Dirty. “Areyou trying to tell me that part of Daemon’s elaborate plan was to, what, gethis daughter married and killed? Daemon is dead.”

“Or maybe Daemon’s plan started out like that, andhe planned to move swiftly. Our guys at his place, taking one of the leathercuts, only whoever is in charge of the Evil Fuckers MC changed the plan. Idon’t fucking know, but think about it, it makes sense.”

Colt shook his head. “I hope for all of our sakes,you’re fucking wrong.”

Chapter Nine

“You need to get back out there,” Rosalie said.

Petal glanced over at her best friend and frowned.They were at the diner, working through the books as they did every Friday. Shehad already talked to Rosalie about hiring Tanya and even sent a quick text toColt, who was all for it. Especially, as she advised it would be good forRosalie to rest. She loved her friend dearly, but Rosalie was pregnant and sheneeded rest.

“Get back out there?”

“You know, find a man, a gruff stud or something?”

Petal got to her feet and turned to her friend,rolling her eyes. “No, thanks.”

“Come on, you’ve got to at least consider thepossibility.”

She laughed. “Why?”

“Because, if you don’t, that means you still havea thing for Dirty.”

“Let’s get back to the books.”

“Holy crap, you do, don’t you?”

Petal stared at her friend, pouring them both somehot water and stirring in a tea bag. She would have much preferred coffee, butseeing as her friend vomited at the smell, she was sacrificing her own needs.

“No, I don’t.”

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