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“Isn’t that the guy who was killed in town?” she asked.
“It is,” King answered. “Did you know him?”
She shook her head no, but I knew she was lying.
“What do you know about the Trick Pony?” I asked.
She swung her head to peer at me. “The what?”
“The Trick Pony. It’s a sex club in Miami, Florida,” Colt explained.
“Do I look like I go to a sex club? What the fuck is going on? And why were you in my apartment?” Her heated questions came out fast, like a tommy gun aimed directly at me.
“I was watching over you.”
“Without my permission? That sounds a lot like stalking.” She swung around to Gunner. “Did you teach him that?”
“Indie,” Gunner growled.
“No!” She stood up. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but it has nothing to do with me.” She stormed out of church, letting the doors slam shut behind her.
“She’s lying,” I muttered.
“We know she’s lying, but we can’t force her to talk.” King turned to Nav. “You still have those files?”
“I do.”
“Start digging,” King said.
“When are you planning on talking to Steele?” Cash asked.
“I wish I fucking knew. I need a reason to get him here. He won’t tell me shit on the phone. But I can’t bring him up here with Aspen here.”
“Who can you talk to down there?” I asked.
“What?”
“Reaper said you had the votes. Who do you trust down there that can give you information? Tell you what they’re doing?”
If Steele was as much of an asshole as Cash said he was, someone down there was willing to talk. I didn’t really know him. I’d joined the club after they’d opened this chapter in Nebraska. I’d met Steele a few times, but he was quiet around most of us. When he was here, he usually just sat at the bar talking to King.
King and Cash looked at each other before turning to Blade.
“No! No fucking way!”
“We need information, brother,” Cash said with a grin.
“You’re an asshole, Cash.”
Cash shrugged and said, “You know I’m right, brother.”
Blade pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed a number before putting it on speaker.
“Yo!”
“Need to talk, brother.” Blade glared at Cash as he sneered into the phone.
“Now’s not a good time, baby. Club shit.”
