Page 53 of Panther's Magpie
All too soon we arrive at the address provided by Meek. The neighborhood looks nice. Middle-class residential place with cookie-cutter houses. I’m sure they even have an HOA. Not like what I would expect from the sister of a man who is part of one of the worst MCs in the area. Then again, I would have thought Maggie had the good life, but she doesn’t. Life isn’t always as it seems.
So what would make a man like Asher join a club like Ragged Anarchy?
As we dismount, I look to the other guys. “Follow my lead.”
They nod.
As soon as I’m at the door, I knock on it.
A beautiful young woman comes to the door, answering it with a smile. She freezes when she realizes what is on the other side.
Yeah. You should probably check the peephole before you open the door.
She doesn’t let it deter her, though.
“How can I help you?”
“Yes, ma’am. We are looking for someone I believe you know.” I nod to Meek, who holds up his phone. “Do you know who this man is?”
I can see a nerve in her cheek tic as she clears her throat. “I do. He was a friend of mine in high school.”
She looks up and to the left. A clear sign of her lie.
“Just a friend? Seems you might be closer in this picture,” I push.
She shakes her head. “Only a friend. Haven’t seen him in years, though. He moved out of town after high school.”
Direct eye contact. Good to know that he really did move after high school. What did he get up to, though?
“What was it he left for?”
“College. Always wanted to be a teacher. I wonder if he ever made it.” She pretends to muse.
Another lie. Her eyes give her away.
I don’t want to force her to give up her brother, though. As much as I know I need to, I can’t do that to her because I wouldn’t want someone to do it to Aspen.
“Well, if you happen to see him. Tell him Panther with the Mountain River MC would like to speak to him. Here’s my number.” I hand over a card with my burner number written on the back.
“I won’t see him, but sure.” She closes the door without saying goodbye.
I hear the lock click in place. Good. She knows this is serious.
As we walk to the bikes, I turn to Meek. “Trace any calls to my burner. She will find a way to contact him to let him know of our visit. He will call me. I want to be ready.”
“Yeah, no problem. Why do you think she’s lying for him?” he asks.
“Either he told her how dangerous the club he is joining is, or he’s working for the law. Either way, he’s a wild card. One we can’t trust, but we need insider information, and he’s our only shot.”
“So we wait for his call.” Hawk sighs.
“We wait for his call,” I echo.
Fuck, I don’t like waiting.
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