Page 66 of The Trust We Broke
Marling screws up her face in annoyance, then glares at the man behind her. “Can I speak to you over here for a moment?” she snaps at the hapless agent.
Both she and I know it was a rookie mistake for him to reveal anything to us. If we do have a rat, someone they can lean on, the man just told us to go look for him.
I watch as she reams him out before her phone rings.
It takes about fifteen minutes until the sound of a truck pulling up the road makes me smile. Lucy must have broken every speed limit on her way over here to find me. And even though this is already turning out to be a stressful-as-shit day, I grin at the idea she might have been eager to help.
She pulls up next to my bike and steps out of the truck. She’s wearing a deep burgundy suit with slouchy trousers, a thick cream sweater beneath the jacket, and a pair of cream-and-burgundy sneakers. Not sure how she pulls off the legally intimidating look with her curly hair and lips that I know can suck the life out of a man, but somehow, she does.
There’s little make up on her face, and the sneakers tell me she gave little thought to the snow on the ground when she left the house.
Yeah. She raced to me. And I like it.
The energy changes with her demeanor.
“Who’s in charge?” she asks over to Marling.
“I am. Special Agent Marling.”
“Lucy De Bose. Legal Counsel for the motorcycle club.” Lucy holds out her palm. “Then, let’s start with the warrant. We’re going to walk step by step through how it’s been executed.”
Marling glances at me and rolls her eyes. “Follow me.”
Marling and her men move back up the hill to the clubhouse, but Lucy doesn’t immediately follow.
“Hey, Luce. I’m sorry I?—”
“Not now,” she says with cool officiousness. “I need to deal with this, first. Hit me with the high points. And why are you on the other side of the fence?”
“This is Atom’s land.” I point to her side of the fence. “That’s club land.”
“You know she could have just climbed the fence to come get you under probable cause, reasonable suspicion, or exigent circumstances, right?”
I nod. “But Atom told her he’d go after them for trespass. It was enough to keep her on that side.”
“Hmm,” Lucy says.
“Why the ‘hmm’?”
“Because Marling is cautious. My guess is she knew she’d find whatever she was looking for at your clubhouse and, therefore, didn’t want to risk any kind of mistrial by not executing the warrant properly. I think I would have preferred her to climb the fence and come for you. What else?”
I reach for her hand. “My men, Luce. Don’t let any of them go alone. Catfish is already in one of those cop cars.”
“I got it,” she says. “But you should go with Atom. Get out of sight before one of them decides to get zealous. Or before I reach into your bike, find whatever illegal weapons you have shoved in there, and wave it at agent Marling in return for you not waking me this morning.”
She doesn’t give me a chance to respond before she jumps back into her truck and drives up the dirt trail until it starts to widen, effectively blocking the exit.
Smart girl.
No one can ride off with any of my men without her moving her truck. I jump back over the fence and remove my illegal firearm under the guise of securing my helmet to the bike.
Once it’s tucked inside my cut, I jump back over the fence.
Atom rides back down the hill. “Here,” he says, offering me his hand.
“There’s no way in hell I’m playing backpack on the back of your horse.”
He shakes his head. “Fine. Walk with me. And call Butcher, tell him to meet us at my dad’s old place.”
