Page 83 of Panther's Magpie
Laughing, I shake my head as I walk toward the bedroom. “I’m going. I’m going!”
Excitement fills me. Building homes definitely isn’t in my wheelhouse, but I can’t wait to try. Besides, it beats sitting around here, waiting for him to come home.
PANTHER
“You’re late,” Meek says as I sit down at the table.
“Yeah, yeah. Why are we meeting here?” I ask as I look around.
“Nah, that can wait. I want to know what’s going on,” Eagle teases.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that a certain little brunette hasn’t slept at the clubhouse the last two nights. So my guess is that she’s taking up residence in your bed,” Eagle says as he wiggles his eyebrows up and down.
“Is this really necessary right now?” Meek asks, frowning.
“Yes, Meek, it is. I know we have some bad shit going on, but we need to embrace the good too,” Eagle tells him before looking back at me. “So…”
“Yes, she’s been staying at my place, and that’s all you need to know right now. Now someone tell me why we are here.”
Here, instead of in bed with her, sinking inside of her again.
“Because we need to talk in private,” Meek says.
A busy diner at breakfast isn’t exactly private, but that’s not what he meant.
“Do you think we have a mole?” I ask as my stomach fills with dread.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Eagle go tense. His playful demeanor falls.
Meek shakes his head. “No, not at all.”
“Then why here?” Eagle asks.
“One, because I was hungry and I like this place.” His eyes dart to a waitress before coming back to us. “And two, we don’t need to worry everyone.”
Before he can say anything else, a waitress comes and takes our order. Only after she walks away do we speak.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
He leans forward and speaks quietly. “They were idiots and fucked up. They dropped a receipt when they were rigging the place. I hacked into their security cameras, and I got Monster on camera purchasing all the materials and loading it up into a van.”
“Okay, this is good. Were you able to track the van?” I ask as my heart races.
“I was. He went to a vacant warehouse where he ditched the van and got back on his bike,” Meek tells us.
Eagle nods. “Okay, this is good.”
Meek winces, filling my stomach with dread. “What is it?”
“Well, two things. I lost him when he got on I-70 and headed home.”
“What do you mean you lost him?” Eagle hisses.
“Exactly what I said.”
“How is that even possible?” I ask, shaking my head.
