“And when it’s done?”
“Viper’s already got Billy on standby. Billy knows it’s a big job, and he’ll be ready.”
Billy the Butcher was the club’s cleaner. He had the ability to wipe a scene like no other. When he was done, there wouldn’t be a single trace of evidence that could be linked back to the club. With twenty or more potential victims, we’d need him now more than ever. I gave Hawk a nod as I said, “Good. We’ll definitely need him ready.”
“Rafe and Widow will be heading over to the locker tonight to pick up our weapons and ammo. They’ll go through them all and make sure we have everything we need for the take down.”
“Sounds like you have it all sorted.”
I won’t pretend that it didn’t suck that my brothers had forged an attack without my input, because it did. It sucked on all levels, but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. I’d fulfill my part during the attack and prayed that it would be a start in putting an end to all this bullshit. Hawk got up and walked over to me as he said, “Couldn’t have done it without ya, brother. You getting the information from McKinney saved our asses.”
“He’s right,” Menace interjected. “You did good, brother.”
“Just doing what I can.” I ran my hand through my hair. “Just wish I could help find out more about Mathews.”
“I’ve been looking into him, but so far, there’s not much I can find on the guy.” Menace leaned back with his hands behind his head, revealing the sleeve tattoos that covered both his arms. “The guy’s not married, but he has a girlfriend. He has a nice place. A two-story house with a basement and a big shed, but he’s usually at his girlfriend’s place.”
“What about Thomas Long? You find anything about him.”
“Not much. Just the fact that he’s missing,” Menace scoffed.
“But there has to be a reason why Mathews wanted him gone,” I pushed. “Maybe he found something on Mathews and was going to use it to take him down?”
“Maybe.”
“You think you can hack into his records and find out?”
“Yeah, but it’ll take some time.” Menace sat up in his seat. “IA’s are pretty tight on their security.”
“I’m sure they are, but I really think it would be worth our time for you to check it out.”
“Check what out?” Viper asked as he stepped into the room, and we all immediately fell silent. It wasn’t unusual for us to have such a reaction to him. Our president had a presence about him, one that demanded attention, and it seemed to come naturally. He didn’t threaten or use his large stature to intimidate, but through his actions and calm demeanor, he commanded respect.
As he continued into the room, I answered, “Thomas Long. Thought he might have something in his files about Detective Mathews.”
“Good thinking.” Viper came up behind me and started pouring himself some coffee. “Just got a call from Ada.”
“About?”
“Seems she’s wanting to go stay with her granddaughter for a couple of days.”
Surprised, I asked, “Since when?”
“Since about fifteen minutes ago. She’s planning to leave in the next hour or so. Asked if I’d send a prospect to take her over.”
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
“Guessing you didn’t know anything about it.” Viper smirked as he said, “You and Remington run her out of her own house?”
“Fuck no,” I grumbled. “No clue what’s going on in that woman’s head.”
“Best be finding out before she leaves.”
I nodded, then started for the door. Before I walked out of the kitchen, I glanced over at Menace and said, “Let me know if you find out anything from Long’s files.”
“You know I will.”
I went out to the parking lot, and as I got on my bike, I looked back at the clubhouse with a sense of nostalgia. I missed being there. I missed being with my brothers, my family, but I found comfort in the fact it wouldn’t be long before I could return. I started the engine and pulled through the gate, speeding over to Ada’s in hopes of catching her before she left. I was eager to know why she’d decided to up and leave without talking to me about it, but then again, it wasn’t like I’d given her a chance. Concerned she was going to give me a fucking lecture about the night I’d spent with Remington, I bolted, giving her no time to talk to me about anything. When I pulled up at her place, I found her sitting on the front porch with a duffle bag resting in the chair next to her. I parked, and as I started up the stairs, I asked, “You going somewhere?”
“Shore am.” She was wearing her favorite straw hat and bright yellow dress with little white flowers, and I could tell by her expression that she’d already made up her mind about leaving. “Gonna go see Kara.”