“Just pointing out the fact that the cops think exactly what I wanted them to think. That Stanley Morter hung himself in his home.”
“How do you know for certain that’s what they think?” Sundance snapped. “Maybe the cops know Morter was murdered and are buying time to look for the real killer. What if a witness comes forward or you were caught on a security camera?”
“I was careful. No one saw shit and the security system was disabled.”
“How did you pull that off?” Sundance asked.
“I figured it out,” I replied.
“Which means Sierra helped you.” He dragged his hands down his face. “Goddammit. I’m gonna have to fuckin’ reel her inagain.”
“Don’t get pissed at her. She only helped because I asked her.”
“You shouldn’t have asked for Sierra’s help because you shouldn’t have gone after Morter in the first place.”
“He tried to hire me to kill Rowan. When I refused, he sent two assholes, which we intercepted, then this Gary Barnes guy, to do the job. A real fucking animal. I should have put him down too, but Rowan wouldn’t let me.”
“I know, Needles gave me the whole story. He said you crippled the guy for life.”
“Are you really jacking me up about this right now? After what just happened to my mother? Why the fuck do you care so much about me handling two scumbags? You act like this club has never shed blood before.”
“I don’t give a single shit about Stanley Morter or the guy you sliced up. I care about you. And this wasn’t blood spilled by the club it was blood spilled by you alone.”
“You’re angry because we didn’t take a vote?” I bellowed. “He was gonna kill Rowan and I wasn’t gonna just wait around for that to happen. We still have the fuckin’ attorney out there in the wind who could make some serious trouble for her.”
“I suggest you watch your tone,” Sundance said.
“What the fuck do you expect me to do? Sit around on my ass and do nothing?”
Lord responded on my behalf by letting out a low growl.
“You said it, pal,” I said to the dog.
“That fuckin’ dog has more sense than you, I swear,” Sundance said.
“I should have come to you. You’re right,” I said.
“I could have talked you down. Talked you out of killing him.”
“That’s why I didn’t come to you. I didn’t want to be talked out of it. I needed for Rowan to be safe. I needed him dead.”
“No. Youwantedhim dead. There’s a big difference.”
“Is there?”
“There sure the hell is, and you not knowing the difference puts the club at risk.”
“You act like I was flying a flag that night. I told you I was careful. I left my cut at home, and no one saw me.”
“So, what about your mother?” Sundance asked.
“What about her?”
“Could it have been Morter who was behind her attack?”
“Not unless he set it up from beyond the grave or before he sent that goon after Rowan.” I shrugged. “I guess it’s possible, but I don’t know. He found me, knew my account details, it wouldn’t be too far of a leap to assume he could find my mother.”
“Who was watchin’ him?”