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What?

Caine didn’t allow any time for questions. He walked to the back, and Charley turned, watching him until he disappeared down the hallway. A few seconds later she heard the back exit door open and slam shut.

If he lied then that meant Caine did remember Keely.

Interesting.

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“I’m spending way too much time in Killcreek these days,” Nash said, shaking his head.

Ridge laughed. “For a town with nothing, it’s become quite the main attraction.”

Driving to Killcreek wasn’t in his plans for the night, but when he got the call he’d been waiting on, everything else took a backseat. Ace was vague with the details but summoned Nash up to the clubhouse.

Ridge turned down the familiar driveway. Much to their surprise, Ace and a few others were waiting outside. He pulled up along the side of the building, and they got out, walking to meet the club.

“Ace,” Nash said.

The president of the club lifted his chin. “Got another present for you, brother.”

“Yeah, man, it turns out it was a real good thing you didn’t kill Zeke,” Gent said.

Nash arched his brow. That was still up for debate. Had he been given the opportunity, he would’ve taken Zeke out.

“You’re never gonna to guess where Charley’s brother and those cops are hiding out.”

“Where?”

Ace smirked. “Killcreek.”

Nash couldn’t contain his surprise. “What?”

“Cody had been reaching out to Zeke trying to meet up to return his missing product. That’s how it all started with his suspicion ’cause your girl told him her brother was in rehab.”

This was something he knew.

“And he called again?”

Ace nodded. “Yeah, wanting to meet up. In Killcreek. Right off the highway. A little mom and pop motel. Rarely gets any customers, but every once in a while someone shows up. Perfect place to hide.”

Nash knitted his brows. “You allow them to run their business in Killcreek?”

It was unheard of.

Ace smirked, and shrugged. “We got our reasons. But it’s your lucky fucking day. The owners will let me know if they start moving, but I suggest we don’t waste time.”

This was fucking perfect.

“You got a safe house close by?” Nash asked.

Wraith stepped up, pointing to the right. “We got one about four miles from the motel. We can transport them in the van.”

Nash nodded, looking back at Ace. “Let’s go.”

Ace grabbed his shoulder. “This comes with strings, Nash.”

He arched his brow. “You can have the kid, we got no use for him. But the cops? We get the first shot at them.”

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