Page 28 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation 12
Lyla glances out the side window.“I guess we’ll have to find some way to make the link so we can arrest her.”
Hitting the steering wheel I grumble, “I should have mentioned the last body we found.How the killer fucked up.”
Her head turns in my direction.“It wouldn’t have done any good.Della had a straight face during our conversation, and if she is the killer?She’s been doing this for a long damn time.You were right to get us out of there.We have to put someone on her and then start digging through everything.”
I take out my phone and hand it to Lyla.“Send Archer a message.Tell him our main suspect is Della, and we need eyes on her at all times.”
“Okie dokie.”Lyla taps the screen while I keep driving.
We should return to the other hotel room, but I don’t take the exit and keep going.
I can feel Lyla’s eyes on me when she asks, “Should I let Archer know we’re heading his way?”
Thankfully, she doesn’t jump to the conclusion that I’m driving home to make sure she’s safe.Ultimately, it’s the first damn thing on my mind.On the other hand, this is a fucking serial killer.One who’s been killing for who knows how many years.
The way she sat across from us, completely self-assured?No.I can’t handle it myself with only my old lady as backup.We need to be smart and handle this correctly, with the whole brotherhood.
“Yes.”A curse tumbles over my lips.“Maybe we should have watched her from a distance.Wait until the brothers Archer sent got here.”
Lyla places her hand on my thigh, and I can feel her warmth seeping through the fabric of my jeans.“What if she saw us?You know very well we didn’t have a choice.We needed to leave, and you instantly reached out to Archer.She will be brought to justice, and soon.”
I cover her hand with mine and she turns hers to lace our fingers.“We have to find out where Samuel is.”
“And we will,” Lyla states with determination.“In fact, I’m going to call him right now and see if it goes straight to voicemail.Della could be speaking the truth.”
“Or she might have killed him, and if he’s not dead yet?He might be soon,” I grumble.
Lyla balances my phone on her lap.She’s pulled up the email with information about Samuel and taps in the phone number using her phone.
After a few long minutes she releases a huff of frustration.“You might be right.”
I give our joined hands a squeeze.“Message Bee.She might be able to track him.Make sure Bee digs into Della’s life, her mother’s, and her father’s as well.We have to put things in motion to save time.Make sure Archer updates everyone about this case.Fresh eyes and opinions might speed shit up.”
“On it,” she states.
The rest of the ride is in silence.We finally arrive at the Broken Deeds clubhouse where Archer and Wyatt are waiting for us in the parking lot.
Archer starts to talk as soon as we get out of the car.“I’ve put every brother on the case, as you requested.Any updates?”
“Nothing yet.Did Bee track Samuel’s phone?”I fire back.
Archer holds the door to the clubhouse open.“The phone seems to be at the hotel.Ganza and Austin are in place.They arrived a little over an hour after you left.Della has been behind the front desk ever since.”
“Della has cameras up all over the damn hotel.I watched how she switched from the parking lot to a screen filled with hotel rooms.I’m pretty sure she has audio as well and heard every damn thing Lyla and I discussed before we stepped inside the hotel to question her.I tested my theory when I told her we were there for Samuel.She visibly relaxed her shoulders for a mere moment.Della Hallett is our serial killer.I just fucking know it.”
“I agree,” Bee states as she appears from behind her old man.“Come on, let me show you something I found.”
We follow her into church and surround her as she takes a seat.
Bee glances over her shoulder at me and Lyla.“You messaged me and asked to dig into Della and her folks, right?Well, check this out.”
She pulls up the website of the hotel except it looks different than the one I went through.
“This is the old website.They still have it on their server and when you check out the pictures of the owners, you’ll see this.”Bee zooms in on a photograph of Della’s mother.
“Damn,” I mutter.
Lyla leans in.“It’s the button.”
