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“No shit. First Fidelity in New Warrington.”
“Any idea where they are now?” Wyatt said.
“I tailed them to a shitty little cabin out in the sticks,” Pony said. “Their bikes are all sitting there. They haven’t come back out.”
“You’re there right now?” Wyatt said.
“Yeah, I’ve got eyes on,” Pony said, looking at the cabin through the trees while he said it.
“Text me the address. I’ll get the brothers and we’ll come to you.”
“You don’t want to let the cops handle this?” Pony said.
“Cops got more important things to do then get themselves shot by a bunch of tweaker street racers,” Wyatt said.
“You think they’ll be trigger happy?” Pony said. “The robbers?”
“Assholes don’t go rushing into banks with guns and then punch out on street bikes because they’ve carefully thought things through,” Wyatt said. “They’re into the rush as much as anything, is my bet.”
Pony said, “So they’re probably strapped pretty heavy in there.”
“And willing to shoot it out. Hell, these dickheads probably think they’re John Dillinger or some shit. Nobody with any sense robs banks.”
“If we let the cops go in…” Pony said.
“They’ll go in loud and proud with their lights and sirens,” Wyatt said, “and those three thrill seekers will light them the fuck up before they even get out of their cars. No, our guys have a lot more experience on how to deal with douchebags like this.”
“And we don’t have to play by the rules,” Pony said.
“Exactly. We’ll roll deep, get in close, go in hard before these assholes know what hit them.”
Pony nodded to himself, still watching the cabin carefully. “Roger that. You want me to stay in place, keep eyes on?”
“No, back off,” Wyatt said. “I don’t want to take any chances. If they’re in a house, they’ll stay put unless something gives them a reason to bounce. I know you’re extra sneaky and all from your Ranger days, but still. Back way off and meet up with us closer to the highway. We know where they’ll be.”
“All right,” Pony said. “There’s a gas station about a mile from the dirt road that the cabin’s on.”
“Yeah, that’s good,” Wyatt said. “We’ll meet you there.”
Pony hung up the phone, put it away, and took one last look at the cabin.
“And we will see you jackasses soon,” he said, and headed back to his Harley.
9
This time, when Piper saw Pony, it put her into a straight panic.
She was sitting at a tiny gas station, on a road leading out of town. There wasn’t much out this way, not much at all. She was lucky that she could track Pony’s location by his cell phone, or she would never have found this place at all.
That cell phone tracing had told her that Pony had taken a small dirt road a mile or so away from this gas station. There, he had come to a stop for a while… or at least, his cell phone had.
She couldn’t drive down that road to see where he’d gone, not yet. As secluded as that was, he would definitely spot her.
Piper still couldn’t figure this out. Was Pony a lookout of some sort? A part of the robbery? It didn’t seem to fit, didn’t seem to fit anything at all. Not what she had seen of Pony, or the entire MC for that matter.
Bank robbery? Bank robbery was a fool’s game. Cameras everywhere, dye packs, fast response times from law enforcement… it was too easy to get caught, and paid too little for the risk. Piper remembered being taught that the average bank robbery netted under five thousand dollars. Five thousand dollars, with an extremely high chance of getting caught and doing ten to fifteen years in prison.
For those reasons, bank robbery tended to attract the foolish or the desperate, and Pony didn’t seem like either to Piper.Quite the opposite. Piper once again found herself wanting Pony to somehow not be involved, to be above all this nonsense, but she couldn’t deny that there he was, driving right into the gas station where she’d parked.
