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“The hell if I know,” he shrugged, “but after he left your office today, he was acting weird, but he said it was nothing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jumpy, like he expected something bad to happen.”
I nodded. He’d been jumpy with me, too.Did what he overheard have something to do with his death?Which meant maybe someone in the clubhouse was a traitor. I didn’t want my thoughts leaning that way, but I wouldn’t rule anything out. He’d heard something that had made him scared to speak to the brothers. Now, he was dead. I didn’t believe in fucking coincidences.
“Did you see him talking to anyone at the clubhouse before he left?”
Joker’s brows bunched together, and questions swirled in his eyes. I had my reasons for asking. Before I spoke to anyone about River’s concerns, I’d do some digging and then take it to Church.
“Nah, I didn’t see him talking to anyone other than the club whores.” Joker crossed his arms across his chest. “You gonna tell me what the fuck is going on, Grimm?”
“We’ll give him a proper funeral when the coroner releases the body,” I said, ignoring his question.
He sighed. “Members’ honor?”
I wouldn’t budge on giving him an answer to his question. There was a hierarchy in the MC world and Joker, no matter how close we were, wasn’t part of the chain of command. Not yet, anyway. He’d find out what the hell was going on after I had Church with the officers.
“Yeah, since he was about to be patched in, in a few weeks. We’ll bury him in his cut with his patch.” I released a breath. “Does he have any family?”
“Don’t think so. From what he told me, he aged out of the system. When I looked into him, I couldn’t connect him with anyone other than the last foster home he lived at before he left Mississippi. I already told the cops we’ll take control of the body.”
“I doubt they will, but if the cops contact the foster family, let them know we’re going to handle everything,” I said. “The police are gonna ask questions. Make sure everyone, including the whores, keeps their traps shut. My orders. If anyone talks, they’ll be dealt with.”
“You got it, Grimm. Anything else?”
I slid the photograph of David Coleman, the mystery girl, and Alonzo Bianchi across the desk. He stepped forward and picked it up.
“Is that Alonzo Bianchi at the club?” he questioned before I even had a chance to ask if the man looked familiar. “I thought he was in Italy?”
“It is Bianchi, and he’s not in Italy anymore. He’s been keeping a low profile for a reason, and I want to know why suddenly, he decides to show up in our territory without a fucking call. Ask the brothers if any of them recognize the boy or the girl from any of our other establishments. If they do, send them to me. I want to find out as much information before I call in the officers.”
“You got it.”
He walked out the door, and I leaned back in my chair, mulling over River’s death, his secret going to the grave with him. And now, the Bianchi syndicate was tied to Gina’s missing brother, who was last seen at our club. David Coleman was either dead or long gone from Las Vegas. Either way, Gina had a long road ahead of her where her brother was concerned. We might never find him.
How did I prepare her for the possibility that she might never see her loved one again, and why would I even want to?
CHAPTER SIX
REGINA
FlamingEagles
Reluctantly, I pulled into the graveled parking lot ofFlaming Eagles,Tavish’s custom motorcycle garage. It wasn’t too far from the clubhouse but far enough from civilization to make me a little nervous about being here.
From the investigation into Agent Richards’ death and his father’s attempted murder, I’d learned that Tavish bought this place a few years before he took over his father’s position. We couldn’t find any proof Angus or the club funded this place, so we’d concluded that Tavish had wanted a different life than the one his father led because he kept his distance from Sin City and his father.
Everyone interviewed who’d been willing to talk about Angus MacDaniel had confirmed that their relationship wasn’t the best, even when Tavish was younger. And it had gotten worse over the years. Everything changed when Angus was arrested, and Tavish stood in his place. Then his father’s conviction sealed the deal. Tavish MacDaniel became the newly-crowned president of a club he seemed to loathe.
A neon sign hanging inside a large, black-tinted window blaredopenin red letters. The two large garage bay doors of the blue brick building were raised, the fluorescent overhead lights inside flooding the entire area. Inside sat several motorcycles, the lights gleaming off the polished chrome. Three guys stood around one of the motorcycles with their arms crossed, staring at my car as I parked a few yards in front of them.
I grabbed my purse and exited my vehicle. Two of the guys I recognized immediately, one being one of the gorgeous men who’d banged the girl at the clubhouse. The other, I hadn’t prepared myself to see.
I stopped in my tracks when my gaze met his angry stare.
His wheat-colored hair was longer than before, down to his shoulders instead of the buzz cut he once wore, but the hatred in his eyes stayed the same as it had been eleven years ago. Every day in the courtroom during Angus’s trial, hate had radiated from him like life had dealt him the shittiest hand, and everyone else was the cause of all his problems, including me. It didn’t matter that I’d only been doing my job.
