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He looked toward Bull, who had this frown on his face, but it wasn’t his usual, pissed-off-with-the-world kind of frown, this was something else.
“What is it?”
“Someone knew about Dylan.Someone had to have watched the sheriff’s office, but why?”Bull asked.“It makes no sense.”
“Someone had to have known Dylan keeps his place locked up tight.Taking the security tapes suggests someone local,” Rusty said.“Someone who knows how Dylan operates.”
“You’re talking a potential spy within the club,” Pat said.
“There is that risk.Trust me, I don’t fucking like it, but it’s there.”
“We currently only have three prospects close to earning their patches.I know we have a couple of others who want to take the patch of Prospect and start earning their place.”
Yeah, Pat knew they had a sudden influx of young men and boys who wanted to join the club.Watching fucking television shows, thinking they knew how shit was going to be.The club had no choice but to put all their prospects through rigorous tests.They had to be trusted, be willing to have their backs, the works.Sure, they loved the life and the pussy, but it was about the club, the brothers having each other’s backs.That was what was important.Nothing else.Pat still didn’t know if the three they had now, had what it took.Boyd, Jake, and Gaz.
Gaz had been with the club the longest, but only by a couple of months.He was probably the closest to making patch, as he’d been sniffing around the club when he was ten years old.The kid’s mom was a piece of ass.She didn’t know who Gaz’s father was, only that she had the kid before she came sharing her pussy with the club.No one in the club was Gaz’s father.
As for Jake and Boyd, the truth was, they were good men, but were still pretty boys.They had good family at their backs, and he sometimes got the feeling they were just entering the world to rebel.
None of the prospects had any reason to step out on the club.Apart from Gaz.
Pat couldn’t recall seeing his mom around the club in a very long time.“If we’re going to question them, Gaz goes first.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?”Grant asked.“Are you serious?Have you ever thought it might be someone else?”
“Like who?”Bull asked.
“Like the fucker whose brother started all this shit in the first place!”They were all talking in hushed tones, but Grant was clearly getting tired of that.
“Ranford?”Bull asked.“No.He’s got issues with the cartel.We all know this.”
“Yeah, and has anyone noticed that guy seems to be able to come and go without anyone fucking knowing where he is?”
Pat looked toward Grant and frowned.“He has a point.”
“Since when are the two of you on the same page?”Rusty asked.
“Since right fucking now,” Grant said.
Pat looked toward Bull.“Ranford ...it makes sense.He was able to live right in Carnage without any of us knowing.That has to say something.”
Bull pursed his lips.“I don’t agree with it, and I think we should look close to home as well.The cartel uses people.”
“Exactly.None of us are looking toward where Ranford last was, and we’re looking at our own people.Sure, Boyd, Jake, and Gaz are fucking new, but that is the point.We turn on them, we might as well be turning on each other.We all have to prospect and prove ourselves.Fuck me, I have proven myself time and time again, and you still fucking question me.”Grant pointed at his chest.
“Rusty, you and I are going to grab Gaz, and we’ll start talking to the prospects.”
“Don’t you think you’re acting a little too fast?A little too hasty?”Grant asked.
“No.Dylan is down, and he was one of our lines of defense.Now, we have nothing but an injured man and a building that has burnt down.We no longer have time to play games.Do as I say, brother, do as I say.”Bull gave Grant a pointed look.
Pat looked from Bull to Grant then back again, waiting, and Grant sighed.“Fine.”
Bull and Rusty left, leaving him once again with Grant.“Isn’t this fun?”
“You’re being sarcastic,” Pat said.
Grant laughed.“Are you only just getting that?Where the fuck are we supposed to go to figure out Ranford’s last known location?”
