Page 42 of Gash

“Yes.Did I talk about himto you at all?”

“Not really.Whenever Iasked you what you were searching for you always said arumor.”

Gash tapped the steering wheelrepeating the same word.“Rumor.Rumor.Rumor.”

“What’s goingon?”

“Andrew fought for a place withinThe Skulls.When we were growing up, he always believed he could dosomething better.He made everyone believe he was perfect, but hewasn’t strong like the club needed.He couldn’t hold his own in afight, nor could he understand the meaning of the word loyalty.”Gash laughed.“There had been rumors seven years ago of a guy whowas plotting to end The Skulls, because of it, Tiny sent me outlooking for my brother in case he’d give up any kind ofinformation.”Grabbing his cell phone, he climbed out of the car.“I’ve got to call Tiny.”

“Okay.”

Standing up, he pressed Tiny’s number,and waited.

“Hello,” a little girlsaid.

“Tabitha?”

“Yeah, you’re notSimon.”

Gash smiled.Tabitha and Simon,Devil’s son, shared some kind of connection that drove both Deviland Tiny crazy.They were always trying tofind ways to talk to each other.WhenSimon visited, he saw both of them holding hands, talking.It wassweet.

“No, honey, I’m not Simon.Is Daddy there?”

“If I go search for him,he’ll know I took his phone.I’ll get in trouble.”

“Tell him he dropped it orleft it in your room, or wherever you are.You shouldn’t be takinghis phone.”

“He promised Simon would callhim, and he’d give me the phone.Daddy lies sometimes.I know hedoesn’t like Simon.”Tabitha sighed.

“He worries about you.You’rewhat, five?You shouldn’t be worried about shit like that.”

“I’m nearly six, and you’re notallowed to swear.”

“Whatever, honey, you and Iboth know your dad says worse.”

Tabitha chuckled.“Okey-doke.”

He heard some noise in thebackground.

“Tab, I’ve told you not totake my phone,” Tiny said.

“I didn’t.You droppedit.”

“Hello,” Tinysaid.

“She’s soadorable.”

“Yeah, adorable andsneaky.”Tiny sighed.“What can I help you with?”

“Seven years ago.What were thetrue rumors going on at the club?”Gash asked.

“Shit.This is a long time ago.Ihad intel back then that someone was giving information about TheSkulls.Secret shit about our drug runs, and our dealings with NedWalker.The only person that I knew who could have that kind ofinformation was your brother.Andrew, he wasn’t exactly happy thathe didn’t make the cut.He left, and at the time we didn’t haveWhizz to keep an eye on him.”

“You think Andrewwas the one sellingthose rumors.”

“I would, yeah, but then you gotpicked up for rape and murder, and after that shit, we were tryingto keep you alive and safe, and shit returned to normal.There wasnothing going on after you were sent down.We didn’t have the meansof finding out who was selling shit either.”

“Yeah, and after I was sentdown, the club had to deal with every kind of shit.”

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