“To get close enough to Jaynee. Richard will have men watching.”
“Makes sense. So who?” I couldn’t imagine any of my brothers would let their women get involved.
“Libby agreed to go since Jaynee knows her. I thought we’d also ask Karma.” Storm’s gaze shot to the door as it opened. “Cobra, good to see ya. Have a seat.”
Storm’s cousin sat without saying a word.
“I don’t think Karma will agree. She has her little girl. What if shit gets bad?” Our plan could blow up. The last thing I wanted was to make Nova an orphan.
Storm shrugged while checking his phone. “Still gotta ask her. We need two women that Jaynee and Sadie know. Karma’s it since they were roommates.”
Cobra cleared his throat. “Planes are ready to go.”
“All right. We can figure everything else later. Someone needs to go over to Human Canvas and talk to Karma. We leave tonight. Sadie’s school starts bright and early at eight fifteen.” Storm hit the gavel on the table.
“I’ll go talk to Karma,” I told him as I stood.
Cobra shot to his feet. “I’ll come with.”
“So why’d you want to come with me? We don’t exactly know each other all that well.” I kept my eyes on the road. After five, deer were out, and they weren’t the brightest animal. Too many times, one had run out of the field in front of me.
Cobra stared out the passenger window. “The name Karma isn’t common.”
“No, I guess it’s not.”
“I once knew a girl with the same name. A pretty blonde.”
I glanced sidelong at Cobra. He had an intense vibe about him, like Storm and all the other Knights in their family.
“So what? You want to check out this chick? I can tell you, she has dark hair and lots of ink.”
“Hmm, doesn’t sound like the same girl, but yeah, I want to see her for myself.”
“Okay.” Whatever. He could’ve waited to meet Karma tonight, if she agreed to help us. I wasn’t so sure she would, though.
We enter Human Canvas a little after five thirty. Art had told me she locked up at six on Tuesdays.
“Be with ya in a second,” she hollered from the back.
“Fuck,” Cobra muttered.
“Something wrong?”
“Her voice…”
Karma appeared in the doorway, then spun around and ran toward the back.
“Hey, what the fuck, Karma,” I yelled.
Cobra bolted after her. I followed him out the alley door, concerned he might hurt her. He caught her before she could get into her car.
“Yo, not cool, Cobra,” I holler, but he didn’t seem to hear me.
He pinned Karma against the door. “What are you doing here?”
“Let go of me.” She thrashed in his grasp.
“Fucking talk to me.” He shook her hard. “What are you doing in my cousin’s territory? Why the fuck did you leave Fargo without a word?”