Page 27 of Justice's Reward
“I call bullshit, but you tell me where they are holding your sister, and I’ll make sure we get her back,” Charlie said.
Ruthy had been quiet but pulled the woman back and whispered something in her ear.
“No,” the woman said.
“Charlie, she confirmed she’s lying about having a sister. Do we need to hold her somewhere?” Ruthy asked.
Charlie nodded. Ruthy nodded back and marched the woman out of the room. Charlie called the gate and told them to be on alert.
“Good call, Adley. Let’s walk over to Justice’s house so we’re all together. We’ll wait to hear from the guys. I’m sure Ariel has checked on the other businesses after you asked that question.”
Adley and Macy followed Charlie out, and Ruthy caught up to them when they were walking up to Justice’s door. Charlie knocked and waited for the door to be opened. Macy looked toward Adley and bugged her eyes out. Yep, exactly what Adley was thinking. What the heck just happened?
Justice stared at the back of Pit’s KC Barbecue. Retread said he’d do a full investigation, but he could already say it was arson. The overwhelming stench of gasoline and the line of burnt concrete where someone had obviously poured the gasoline on the ground screamed arson.
Pit had pulled up the video of the back of the store close to when Retread guessed the fire had started. Justice looked over Pit’s shoulder as they watched someone walk up and splash gas all over the back of the structure and then pour the line away from the back door. They lit a matchbook and then tossed it on the gasoline. Justice heard the whoosh as the gasoline caught and the flames spread across to the building.
The figure wore all black, including a balaclava. Justice stared into Pit’s eyes and knew his cousin was thinking the same thinghe was. Who was trying to make it seem like Ruthless, the boogeyman of the Saint’s Outlaws MC, had burned the building, and why? Not that other people didn’t dress all in black with a balaclava, but Ruthy also always used a black hoodie with the hood up. It seemed too strange to be coincidental.
Justice waited to see if Pit wanted to discuss it or wait until they weren’t around the large number of firefighters and police who were here. Luckily, the restaurant had been empty, so no one had been hurt.
An alarm going off on his phone had him pulling up the feed from his mom’s flower shop.
“Fuck, the flower shop,” Justice said, running for his bike. It wasn’t a fire, but the front glass window had been broken. The extra security his mom had dividing the back of the shop from the gift and flowerpart should keep anyone from getting to the back, but Justice didn’t want to trust it to chance.
His brothers ran to their bikes, and they rode toward the shop. Justice slowed down as he got close and pulled behind the building. He pulled up the camera in the front of the shop and saw only black. Either it was out or someone spray-painted it. He palmed his gun and motioned to Pit that he was going to the front. Pit confirmed he’d be behind him. Tack signaled he’d go around back with Gator.
As Justice approached, he paused to listen. It was quiet, with just the sounds of the street coming to him. He leaned around the opening, didn’t see anything moving, and stepped through the broken window. The report of a rifle had him diving behind the counter, Pit following quickly.
“Where’d it come from?” Justice asked.
“Across the street,” Pit mumbled. Justice turned and saw Pit had torn fabric from his T-shirt and was wrapping it around his bicep.
“It’s just a graze. This is really making me mad. Who is doing this?” Pit asked.
Who was exactly what Justice wanted to know. Someone was targeting them, and he wanted it stopped. When things like this happened before, he’d be angry, but now, with Ian and Adley, he was fucking furious and wanted to tear apart whoever had thought they could mess with the Saint’s.
“Clear, everybody okay?” Tack walked in, asking.
“Yeah, Pres got a boo-boo,” Justice said to lighten the mood.
“Gator tried to catch the guy from the roof across the street, but he had a motorcyclewaiting. All in black. I couldn’t say with a hundred percent accuracy, but he looked eerily similar to the video,” Tack said.
“Well, get somebody here to board up the window until it can be fixed. I’m assuming the security in the back held?” Pit asked.
Tack nodded. “You good to ride? I’ve been practicing my sewing for the next time you got a boo-boo. Want me to sew you up?”
Pit stood up and shoved Tack. “Of course I can fucking ride, you moron, and I’ll have my wife sew me up. I want to get back and make sure our families are okay.”
Justice agreed because this was too coordinated to not be an attack against them. Justice needed to know Adley was okay.
While Pit unlocked and checked the back, Justice followed and called Adley.
“Hello,” Adley answered.
“Everything okay there?” Justice asked.
“It is. We had a little excitement, but we can talk about it when you return. Everyone is good,” Adley replied.
