Page 38 of Sypher

Even though I tried to ignore it, a noticeable tension hung in the air when I walked into the clubhouse and saw King’s woman, Bailey, pacing about in a frenzied, almost crazed manner. Making a beeline for the club’s church, King abruptly sprang to his feet, his movements swift and decisive.

“Tell me you have something, Sypher, because my woman is about to gear up and storm the beaches of Normandy. She’s not fucking around this time.”

Opening my laptop, I quickly got to work. “I’ve had my programs running since I got the call, and I’ve narrowed down this perv’s location to Rosewood. Whoever posted the live feed lives close.”

“That doesn’t narrow down shit, Sypher.” King groaned. “The town of Rosewood is spread out over three mountain ranges. Gonna need you to narrow it down some more.”

“Well,” I muttered, typing away. “I can tell you that whoever it is, is using a rerouting program that bounces his IP address all over the world. Like right now, he’s in Madrid, Spain.”

“How do you know it’s a guy?” Frank asked.

“Well, the idiot who set up the live stream is the same asshole who uses the log-in HungryMan493 on Ms. Henley’sEroticAudibleReads.comaccount. I’m running a trace now that I’ve gotten into the site’s servers. It shouldn’t take too long.”

Scribe sat up straighter. “That’s the fucker who’s been pressuring my woman to do private reads. He’s been relentless.”

“You’re right, Mr. Scribe. I’ve gone through most of the conversations onEroticAudibleReads.com,and I was able to identify most of the users.” I squirmed in my seat, refusing to look at him.

He growled. “Who are they?”

“I don’t wanna say.” I gulped

“King?” Scribe growled.

Sighing, King groaned, “Might as well tell him, Sypher. He’s gonna find out, eventually.”

I nodded. “Alright, but don’t shoot the messenger, okay?”

“Now, Sypher.”

“Okay, Lonely4more is none other than Martha Cohen.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Priest shouted, then threw his head back, laughing as the rest of the brothers joined in.

King smirked, shaking his head. “That could work in our favor. Martha is on the town council, and she’s been very vocal about how much she hates this club.”

“Oh, please let me be the one to tell her,” Gunner pleaded, rubbing his hands together gleefully. “She hates me the most.”

“Go on, Sypher,” Scribe growled.

“I<3Books is a young woman living in Idaho. So we can rule her out. CountryBoy4U is Wade Crawley.”

King roared loudly, laughing hard as he shook his head. “That kinky Cajun motherfucker.”

“Who is Wade Crawley?” Frank asked.

“Gator. The president of the Bourbon Kings MC.”

Groaning, Scribe rubbed his hands down his face.

I looked across the table at Enigma before returning to my computer.

Scribe seethed. “There are two more regulars, kid. Already know HungryMan493 is the one who did the live feed. Who is JackHammer17?”

“Me,” Enigma admitted for all to hear.

“Oh shit,” Gunner cursed, shaking his head.

Slowly turning to his brother, Scribe stared while Enigma continued, “The second you brought Henley here, I recognized her. I closed my account that night. I didn’t know how to tell you, so I kept it to myself.”

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