Page 38 of Greedy Grizzly
“Sure, we can work. But we need to talk.”
Not sure about what, but right now, I couldn’t deal with him. Storm’s half sister had been murdered and several others. Nothing else mattered more than finding out who was behind the bombing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Toby face the desk. After a long pause, he got to work on the second computer.
The security system was old and dated. I couldn’t believe Storm’s dad hadn’t made updating the system a priority. At the very least, bring it up into the twentieth century.
Whatever. I could work with it and hopefully get the Prez some answers.
A couple of hours had passed since we got started and I had my findings. Not sure if Toby had anything. We hadn’t spoken once. Just kept to ourselves and did our work.
The silence didn’t bother me much. I always lost myself in my projects and shut out the world around me. That wasn’t to say I didn’t feel Toby’s presence or the heat radiating off him. Or that I didn’t smell his cologne and hair gel. Of course, I noticed those things. They were the exact same products he used since the first day I met him. The nose never forgets.
“What’d you find?” he asked me.
“The getaway truck. Make. Model. And half the license plate number.” I had put the numbers and letters into the DMV system. Hacking into it was easy. Hopefully, scanning the numbers would also be easy to produce a match.
“That’s more than me. They were wearing masks.”
“Of course they were.”
“If the cameras were better, I might be able to make out the markings on their hands.”
“Yeah, David needs a serious upgrade on his security system. Maybe you could stay here and do just that.”
Toby set up security systems for a living. He flew around the world… And would be gone for months at a time. It would be easy for him to get David’s whole program current and up to speed. Hell, he could probably do it with his eyes closed, he was that good at his job.
“Are you angry with me or something?” he asked in a tight voice.
His question made me freeze.
“Got something.” I scanned the report, trying to ignore Toby’s intense gaze burning a hole in the side of my face.
“You’re deflecting.”
“No, I actually have something. Last name Ruiz, first name Xabier. The truck is from Texas.” I exhaled a deep breath, relieved to have gotten a name for Storm.
“I thought you were searching the South Dakota DMV?”
“I did. When nothing turned up, I started searching everywhere.”
“Damn, man. You’re fast.”
I grunted in agreement. “It’ll take some time, but I’ll search local cameras and follow the bunny trail until we find him.”
“Perfect. I’ll take Storm the name and maybe his dad knows who this Xabier Ruiz is.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep working.” I refrained from watching Toby leave the shack, knowing full well my eyes would have lowered to his tight ass and my dick would have gotten excited. Talk about awkward if he’d noticed.
Later that night, after Storm gathered his crew together for a backyard barbeque, he released us to have some fun and unwind.
Have fun and unwind? That didn’t have the same meaning as it used to some four years ago, when most of the Knights had been horny single men.
As I took in the scene, most of my brothers were on their phones, likely talking to their old ladies. Maddox, the future president of the Minnesota chapter, was slipping away with one of David’s sweet butts. The dude was too young to be president, but he sure flexed his muscles like he owned the joint.
The only other single men here were Hollywood, Arctic, and the new dude, Zombie. The first two had girls on their laps. Zombie, didn’t have the privilege of getting to be with a sweet butt. I doubted he minded, sitting against a tree in a cloud of smoke.
Zombie had issues, and he didn’t talk much. He reminded me of me, after Matt Knight had found me digging through a trashcan behind The Bullet. It had been a few days after I’d executed my foster parents and torched their home. The guilt of murdering people still haunted me, even after they’d abused me for years.
