“Like a hotel?”
He nods. “Xena came to me first thing this morning. TJ’s inattention to the whores is upsetting some of them.”
“You mean Legs?”
He chuckles with a quick shake of his head. “She mentioned last night getting information from TJ’s phone.”
“She want to die?”
“Maybe?” Lynch leans back in his chair, letting it rock back and forth. “I’m not saying it won’t come to that, but for added security, he’ll give certain people all access, and others won’t have access to any room but their own and the entertainment rooms.”
“And this should keep the whores out of the club members’ private space.” I finish his thought.
“Hopefully.” His eyes refocus on me, and a cold chill runs over my body. I know where the conversation is going to go before a single syllable leaves his lips. “What’s your take on this vet?”
“I’ve been gone all weekend. Has something happened?”
His lip twitches with my avoidance. “What did you find out on him?”
I can’t tell if he’s onto me because it’s Molly, or if he’s just relying on my normal inclination to find out everything about anyone who could bring trouble to the MC. I opt to focus on the latter.
“He’s squeaky clean. No criminal record. No outrageous political views as far as Virus was able to find.”
“And how does he treat the women he’s involved with?”
My jaw clenches. “We didn’t really dig into that aspect of his life.”
His eyebrows rise in disbelief. “You knew about Legs’s abortion and her dying mother before she was allowed to get her own room and walk around the clubhouse unsupervised.”
“She’s a whore,” I reply. “Can you ever fully trust any of them after Wendi?”
“Can you trust a man who’s after my sister?”
Touché.
“He only had one girlfriend that we know of in high school. He didn’t really date in college. There was a girl he went on a few dates with, but it ended before it got serious.”
That information was sent to me in a text while I was away, as if Virus couldn’t wait to spill the news.
“Do you know why it ended?”
“Jesus, do I look like the FBI?”
He waits the way he does where he stares at you until you grow so uncomfortable under his gaze that you just keep talking.
“Virus mentioned the girlfriend cheating.”
“How did he react? Did he get pissed? Hit her? Break shit? Beat the guy up?”
I toss my hands up in front of me before letting them fall with a thud on the table. “Why the fuck does it matter?”
“I want to know how the man responds when he’s challenged by another man, how he gets even. I need to know if he’s going to hurt my sister.”
There’s more that he’s not saying. It’s playing all over his face, a cross between a smirk and agitation, like he can’t decide which one is going to win out.
“He left.”
“What?”
“When he caught them, he just walked out. There was no confrontation or anger.”
“He didn’t love her?”
“It was only a few dates. I don’t imagine love was involved, but that wasn’t part of Virus’s dossier.” I hitch a thumb over my shoulder. “Want me to go ask?”
A full smile spreads across his face, and I want to knock it right back off. I don’t want to talk about it, much less think about Molly and the fucking vet.
“Good to know.”
“Anything else?”
“Get some sleep. We ride out early tomorrow.”
I’d planned on sleeping all day, but that would ruin me for the ride tomorrow. Besides, it’s Monday, which means Molly is back at her damn job, and there’s no way I can stay clear of that place. I have to see her one last time before I leave for the next week or so.Chapter 15Molly
“I understand your frustration.” I’m doing my best to remain calm, but the agitated man in front of me doesn’t seem to comprehend what I’m saying.
“It’s just a damn rabies shot,” he huffs for the hundredth time.
“Only veterinarians can administer rabies inoculations,” I repeat.
“Where else can I go?” With a sour look on his angry face, he glares down at the whimpering puppy in the too small cage at his feet.
“New York,” I answer dryly. “They allow vet techs to administer them there.”
“That’s ridiculous,” he seethes. “Did the vet just decide to not show up?”
“He’s on an emergency visit in the field.”
It’s just one more thing that shows just how caring Owen is. It’s not an emergency visit actually, but a scheduled visit to Mrs. Keith’s house to see to her aging poodle. The elderly woman is homebound with a list of illnesses herself, but providing that information to the growling man in front of me wouldn’t make any difference.
“I can make you an appointment for later this afternoon,” I suggest.
“Can you keep the dog, and I can swing by and get him after work?”