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They both let out a laugh, reaching to shake mine and Ghost’s hands before turning to leave. Ghost has his cards collected from the hood of the car, sliding the deck back into his pocket when Iturn to face him. The expression on his face makes me want to punch him and hug him at the same time.

“They didn’t find anything,” I state, my eyes narrowing on him.

He nods. “I see that.”

“Either their entire K-9 unit is broken or the shit isn’t here.” Ghost simply smirks, and I turn to head where Striker’s bike was parked. When I make it around the back of the shop, the bike is still sitting there. I look over at Ghost, who is, of course, standing right there like the silent shadow he is. I open the saddle bag and see it full of beef jerky.

“Start talking.”

CHAPTER 14

Ace

“SILHOUETTE”

“Why the hell is this bike full of beef jerky?” Ghost looks smug, and I’m not quite sure what to make of it.

“Well, it seemed like you had enough shit on your plate. When I heard everything that happened at the clubhouse and what that dickhead was really after, I took it upon myself to take care of it.”

“What does that mean? Took care of it, how?” I fold my arms over my chest, still undecided if I’m punching him after this or giving him a raise.

“A buddy of mine, Dennis, is a motor officer with NPD. He used to work in narcotics, and he helped me make it disappear.Safely.”

I scrub my hand over my jaw, unable to fight my nature to not trust outsiders. “You sure he’s legit?”

“I wouldn’t put you or your business at risk, boss. I only called him because I knew he’d be able to help without this ever coming back to you.”

A laugh of relief escapes me, causing tightness in my chest to loosen. “Ghost, I’d kiss you if I were an affectionate man.” He smiles, quiet pride washing over his features.

“Ah, an early lunch will suffice,” he counters, before turning to go back into the garage. I look at the bike full of beef jerky and run my hands through my hair, laughing again at how much he came through me with this. I pull my phone from my pocket to text Mikey and Bodine.

Me

Striker won’t be getting that “gift” back. Someone called in an anonymous tip that it was here but they were too late. Ghost got rid of it.

Mikey

Fuck. Ghost is a real one for that.

Bodine

That man deserves the suck off of a lifetime for that.

Mikey

Oh yeah? You gonna give it to him?

Bodine

Fuck you. No, but I know just the girl for the job. Ask him if he wants me to send her his way tonight.

Me

Yeah, I’ll get on that. Right after I clean up the inventory bay.

Mikey

Uh oh. What happened in there.

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