Ghost twisted the bottle-cap off his beer and pitched it into the fire. Then he took a long swig, turning the bottle up. Then he dropped the bomb.
“Death Heads planted a man inside the DKs Atlanta Chapter.”
That got a ‘brows raised’ stunned expression from his VP. “You’re shittin’ me?”
“Nope. They’re plannin’ to take Georgia. Gonna take the DKs down from the inside out. And get this, supposedly we’re next.”
“Hell, it’s no secret they’ve been trying to push across the state line. Thought we had that handled.”
“Yeah, we did. So I guess they decided to change tactics. Swung their focus to Georgia first, but we’re next on the agenda. Guaranteed.”
“And this all comes from her?” Shades gave a chin lift toward the shed.
“Yup.”
“You wanna fill me in on how she obtained this info?” Shades asked.
“She overheard it.”
“She overheard it?” Shades asked with an incredulous tone.
“Straight from Florida’s mouth.”
“Florida? Who the hell is Florida?” Hammer asked.
“President of the Death Head’s Jacksonville Chapter,” Butcher filled him in as he walked up overhearing the talk.
Ghost’s eyes swung to his President. The man had grey hair, a beard and wire rimmed glasses. He had always reminded Ghost of Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead. Right now the man’s eyes were boring into his.
“How in the hell was this girl in any position to overhear anything, son?”
“Wrong place at the right time.”
Butcher gave him a long look and raised one brow. “Or wrong place at the wrong time for her.”
“Yeah,” Ghost agreed with him.
“They know she knows?” Butcher asked.
Ghost nodded. “Yup.”
“They know she’s with you?”
“They saw me, and they’ll remember my face. But I don’t think they got a look at my cut.”
“You don’t think?”
Ghost lifted his hands, shrugging. It was the best answer he could give. “They ain’t showed up here yet, have they?”
Butcher let out an aggravated breath. “Why don’t you start at the beginning.”
“Picked up a nail in my tire—”
“Yeah, yeah. I know all that part. Get to the part where you hooked up with this chick I heard tell about. The one with all the information and the Death Heads on her ass,” Butcher snapped.
Boot and Slick, the chapter’s Treasurer and Sargent At Arms walked up. They were two of the older members in the chapter, and two of Butcher’s most trusted brothers. Butcher nodded for Ghost to continue.
He explained the whole story from the moment he first saw Jessie until they rolled into the Evil Dead camp.