Page 155 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Koyn shoots me a warning glare not to interrogate Dragon. I saw all I need to know. The kid—yeah, I can’t scrub that missing teenager’s face from my brain—wears his emotions on his sleeve for all to see. Usually they’re all psycho emotions, but today I saw a lot more than that. I saw anger and the need for vengeance. When I mentioned the scar, he damn near shuddered as if remembering every damn detail. But, unlike the missing kid, Dragon is a monster. He wants blood. I could tell by the way he stormed out of Church, he wanted to hunt those motherfuckers down.

I slip out of the room and nearly run into a very pregnant Hadley. When I steady her, she beams up at me. So cute.

“Hey there, little momma. How’s pregnancy treating you?”

“This baby is huge,” she complains, patting her belly. “How’s Stormy?”

“Same Stormy as usual.”

She lets out a ragged breath. “Good. The guys told me they saw her and she looked good.” Her eyes well with tears. “Can you tell her I miss her?”

“I will. I know she misses you too.”

“Maybe one day…” She bites on her bottom lip, her eyes watering.

That she’ll be welcomed back into the fray?

I know I certainly would like that. Hadley too. It’ll take some convincing for everyone else, though.

“Maybe.” I pat her on the head. “Wear down Koyn a little first.”

Hadley flashes me her pageant smile. “Oh, I can definitely do that. Take care of my girl. I’m going to need her when I have this baby. Any day now.”

I doubt either of us will wear him down that fast. Hadley will give birth one of these days.

“We’ll see,” I assure her.

“If not when the baby comes, maybe by Thanksgiving. If that’s all I ask for my birthday, Koyn will have to give in.”

Smart girl. It’s amusing how easily she charms that bastard.

“Work your magic, PG. See you around.”

I walk outside and dial Dan. He answers on the first ring.

“Greene speaking.”

“Hey, man,” I say in greeting, “I need your help.”

“About the trafficking case?”

I pause for a second as I wonder how much I want to tell Dan. I’ll need to dig up as much info as I can, but the more I give him, the less we’ll be able to do things the Royal Bastards way. Right now, though, I need to be a Fedandan outlaw both.

“Yeah. I got a lead,” I state. “Other than their names and some basic descriptions, I don’t have tons to go on. I thought you could call around.”

“At this point, I’ll take whatever leads we can get. This case is too big to not follow every new one.”

I briefly explain everything I know from what Stormy told me, leaving out the bit about who I got the intel from—only that it was from another agent—and also left off the fact they were looking into the Royal Bastards.

“Who did you say your source was again?” he asks. “The agent’s name?”

“I didn’t say.”

“Are you going to?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess it doesn’t. You know your shit.” He sighs heavily. “So you think these guys are linked to the trafficking case?”

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