Page 92 of Givin' Me Fitz!
I’m on the way to Silver Point. Sawyer’s ready to be picked up. I’ll get you at the front of the hotel. Fitz
I glanced around to see if there were any strange cars I needed to worry about. Satisfied nobody was surveilling my house, I started the truck and headed over to Silver Point.
A part of me hoped that Keller didn’t come along. I had no idea if I could be civil to the man because I was still pissed that he hadn’t called Sawyer and explained things to him. He took away Sawyer’s choices and made him look weak to the club members.
Keller made his son think he was a dirty traitor, and I knew that kind of hurt would take a while for Sawyer to get over. I prayed he wouldn’t carry a grudge. I knew how much he loved his parents.
I pulled under the canopy to pick up Celine, finding her sitting on a bench waiting for me. I stepped out of the truck and waited for her to cross the driveway. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Fitz. I’ll be glad when we get the boys out of jail. This has been a nightmare I’d have rather avoided.” She reached into her purse and pulled out an inhaler, taking a double hit off it. I knew she had lung issues, but I didn’t know how severe they were. I hoped the stress from current events wouldn’t complicate her health.
We parked at the curb outside the jail, and I hopped out and walked around the front of the truck to help Celine out. I saw Tiny and the skinny one, Tim Walton, standing outside the intake door. “You boys wanna come inside?”
They both backed away like I was infested with some sort of parasite. “I’m just kidding, guys.”
“We’ll wait out here.” Tiny gave me a nod and led Tim over to a bench by the bus stop.
I pressed the intercom button. “How can I help you?”
“Fitz Morgan from Sparks Bail Bonds to pick up Sawyer Abbott, Derson Lynn, Hobie Richards, Spider Remmick, Arlo Kitchell, and Jim Middleton.” I held my ID and badge up to the camera.
The door buzzed, and I held the door for Celine. I approached the desk and smiled at Anita Graves, the clerk at the jail. She stared at me for a moment before she spoke. “Who’s the lady?”
“Mother of one of the guys I’m here to pick up. I forgot to stop at the office and get the bond paperwork. Can you print me two copies of yours?” I opened my wallet and handed her two twenties.
“Be right back.” Anita went out through the door to the holding area, and I walked over to where Celine sat.
A few minutes later, the door opened, and Deputy Marin stepped through, escorting the Cowboys. None of them looked too much worse for wear, which was a relief. Sawyer spotted his mother right away, and I could see he was pissed.
“Where’ve you been?” The snap in his voice brought a raised eyebrow from Celine.
“Your father sent me to visit my cousin Ruthie in Carson City. What’s going on?”
“WhereisDad?” Again, with the bite in his voice.
I stepped forward to Deputy Marin, the stupid fucker. “Take off those cuffs. We posted bail for all of them. Where’s Jim Middleton?”
Marin cut the cuffs as he spoke. “We were told to hold him for questioning. LVPD is coming to get him.” I had no idea why, but I doubted Marin knew either.
Anita returned with my copies and a receipt for the cash I’d given her, along with the receipt for the charge to the company credit card they had on file. She handed a set to me, and I signed the set she needed for her files that secured the bonds.
I opened the door for Celine and led the way to the truck. The others headed to the trucks Tiny and Tim had brought, leaving Sawyer to sit in front by me.
“Get in, Mom,” Sawyer said behind her.
Celine climbed into the back seat and Sawyer closed the door as Hobie slid in beside her from the other side.
I put the keys in the ignition and turned to Sawyer. “Sugar, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”
Sawyer smirked before he leaned forward and kissed me. “I bet you say that to all the guys you bail out of jail.” I chuckled and shook my head.
After a moment, the anger reappeared in Sawyer’s expression as he turned and glared at his mother. “Celine, where’s Keller?”
Dread consumed me at the tone in Sawyer’s voice. I had to diffuse it. “He’s safe, sugar. Calm down.”
I drove out to the clubhouse in Pahrump, parking in front of The Roundup. The others had just arrived ahead of us.
Keller strolled out of the restaurant, and Sawyer seemed ready to run to the porch to beat the fuck out of the man. I grabbed his arm and Celine sat forward in the back seat, touching Sawyer’s shoulder. “Calm down. It’s a long story.”
