Page 77 of Givin' Me Fitz!
We got out of the truck, and I went inside while Sparky walked over to join several people who were looking over the vehicles and asking questions. Who knew why.
I went into the building and headed to the counter, offering a non-threatening grin to the young woman behind the computer. She was on the phone, so I glanced around and waited until she hung up. “May I help you?”
“I’m here to see Officer West. Name’s Fitz Morgan.”
She nodded and picked up the phone. I took a seat and stared out the window where Sparky was laughing and speaking to a group of officers who seemed friendly. I wondered what the fuck they were talking about.
“Mr. Morgan.”
I turned to see Gale West standing at the desk. He was a large man with bright hazel eyes and a skeptical smile. If I didn’t have the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my life, I’d do a very poor attempt at flirting and embarrass myself by asking him out for a date.
I stepped forward with my hand extended. “Officer West. Good to see you again. I’m here for my gun.”
Officer West nodded and motioned for me to follow him, so I did. He led me through a common area and back to a large metal desk. “Take a seat.”
I sat in the metal and vinyl chair next to his desk and waited. Officer West began leafing through files in his bottom drawer. He pulled out a manila folder and tossed it onto his desk, flipping it open.
He scanned the papers inside before he grabbed a small plastic bag containing a key from the folder. “I’ll be right back, Mr. Morgan.”
I nodded. I glanced around the station to see several cops sitting at desks and not giving a flying fuck about why I was there. That was a relief.
A few minutes later, West returned with an evidence bag and offered a grin as he placed the bag on the desk in front of me. “Cleared of ballistics. The only prints on it were yours. Will you sign this, please?”
I took the papers he offered and scanned them before I picked up the pen he offered and scrawled my name on the line. I handed the pen and paper to West, and opened the bag, checking the chamber to see if it was clear.
“Thank you, Officer. You have my number if you have any more questions. By the way, what’s going on outside?” I pointed toward the window.
“First responder day. We take the vehicles out of the garages and let the school kids come by for pictures. It’s a community outreach program. We try to make sure our citizens know they’re protected.”
I nodded. “That’s great, Officer. Have you been called out to the Scorpions’ clubhouse lately?”
West stared at me for a moment. “Calls? Scorpions? What do you know about the Scorpions? The bugs? I don’t think they can use a phone.” Then he laughed.
“That’s what I thought.” I stood and walked out.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Sawyer
“Bones, man, if you gotta ask if I’m loyal, then I’m doing a shitty job of showing you.” Hobie sat at Fitz’s kitchen table staring at me, and I could see his pained expression at my asking if he was loyal to the club or my father, the fucking turncoat.
I stared at him. Finally, he shook his head. “I am loyal toyou. You are the president of the Pahrump Steel Cowboys, and I am loyal to that. Your dad can kiss my ass.”
We both stood and shared a backslapping hug. Hobie braced his hands on my biceps and studied me for a moment before speaking. “Now, how do we go forward?”
“First, we need to see who is on which side. Let me send my mom a text.” I picked my phone off the table and began pecking.
Mom—Sorry but I won’t be there for breakfast. I’ll call you later.
I put the phone down and picked up my coffee, which had gone cold. “Let’s go out to The Roundup and see who’s around. We’ll run by the dispensary first since it’s on the way We need to make changes with the security schedule, so let’s come up with some ideas while we drive.”
I cleaned up the mess we’d made while Hobie went to the living room and pulled on his clothes from the day before. He lived at the clubhouse, so he could change when we were there.
The entire mess needed to come to a fucking head. No way could we survive with such a divide in the club—unless it was Hobie and me against the rest. If someone was on the fence about whether to go with Abner or stay, now was the time to decide.
I left Fitz’s truck at his place and rode to Tumbleweeds with Hobie. We parked in behind the building and went inside through the back door—the new back door that we’d replaced. Instead of having the lock released in the booth in front of the dispensary, Mouse hooked it up so that there was a keypad and everyone had a code that was recorded so it was easy to determine who was coming and going.
The break room was empty, which wasn’t a surprise because a couple of our employees had quit after the break-in. I couldn’t blame them. It had been our job to keep them safe, and we didn’t, plain and simple.
