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“What? Like this warehouse being watched?”

“Yeah.”

“I wouldn’t know unless they came into view. I’vegot security and shit, but nothing that can tell me if anyone is outside theperimeter lurking. I just have to look for something suspicious.”

“Have you seen anything suspicious?”

“Not recently. The only people who know about thisplace are the club. Even Kim doesn’t visit here.” Fritz began to hum and thiswas one of his methods of working. Humming as he worked.

Dirty didn’t know exactly what he was doing butthen Fritz stopped humming and simply said, “Huh.”

“Huh?” Colt asked. “What is huh?”

“For one hour the cameras were covered. Look.” Hepointed at the screen. They were not able to see who it was, but somethingblack covered the camera. “Clearly they didn’t want us to see what they weredoing.”

“No, but they were also watching us when we beganto install the security cameras,” Dirty said.

Colt cursed and began to pace. “It’s them.”

“Go back,” Dirty said.

“What do you mean?”

“Just go back, slowly, so if there are shadows orreflections in stuff, check all the angles,” Dirty said.

He stared at the screens and tried to look in anyreflective surface. Anything the Evil Fuckers MC hadn’t thought about thatwould give away their identity. They all knew who they were fighting, but nowhe wanted to know which members, if he could even see them.

Fritz moved the counter back, and they changed theangle.

Dirty’seyes weregetting tired from staring at the screen, and that was when he saw it.

“Stop,” he said.

A single car, but clear enough to see the group ofmen, and he noticed the delivery driver.

“There.”

Colt came to stand beside him. “Shit, how did youspot that?”

“They knew,” Dirty said. “They knew exactly wherethe cameras were, so they tried to evade them, but they didn’t know thedirection they were staring at.”

“What does this have to do with anything?” Coltasked.

“Simple, we’ve got a dead body on our land. We’vegot proof that the body was dumped.”

“Uh, guys, I don’t think you’re going to likethis,” Fritz said. He zoomed in on the picture, and Dirty hated the EvilFuckers MC more in that moment.

They were not wearing their leather cuts withtheir patch. No, somehow the Evil Fuckers MC were wearing the Satan’s DeathRiders MC patch.

“How the fuck is that possible?” Colt asked.

“You need to call Warden,” Dirty said. “Ask him ifthere are any members he sent out on a job, or left, or did something in thepast month. Whoever we have missing, they’re dead, and their cut was stolen andused to make replicas.”

“Fucking disgusting pieces of shit,” Colt said.

Dirty knew exactly what he meant and what he wasfeeling, because he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This was a new loweven for the Evil Fuckers MC. They had so many members.

“Guys, does this mean they could have been at theparties?” Fritz asked.

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