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Experience had taught him that trying to reason with Devil was very much like trying to reason with a confused farm animal. You just ended up tired and three steps worse off than before.
“In any case, if there’s a federal undercover sniffing around, let’s not take any chances,” Boomer said. “Sweep through the clubhouse, make sure there’s nothing here that the feds could use against us. Not even so much as a joint.”
“I could have Benny sweep for bugs,” Devil said. “You know. Hidden microphones.”
“We know what bugs are, Devil,” Griz said.
“I was just clarifying. I’m detail oriented.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“It couldn’t hurt,” Boomer said. “How’s he doing, anyway?”
“Benny?” Devil said. “He’s… he’s Benny. You know. He’s a weird little dude, but he’s our weird little dude.”
“I want to make sure he’ getting the help he needs. Medically, I mean. He’s our people now, and we take care of our people.”
“You bet,” Devils said. “Me and Pony are on it.”
Pony said, “You really like to volunteer me for shit.”
Devil thought about that for a second, and then said, “Yes. Yes, I do.”
Boomer paused for a moment before speaking again. All of the MC brothers stayed quiet, knowing that whatever he had to say next, was going to be important.
“Listen,” he said at last. “We do need to keep our eyes open for potential infiltrators. But I don’t want this spiraling down into a witch hunt. Panic and over-reaction can cause more damage than an actual problem. The last thing we need is to start turning on each other just from jumping at shadows.”
“We know it can’t be any of the brothers,” Wyatt said. “Nobody at this table could possibly be an undercover. We’ve all done too much shit for that to be possible. So we know everyone in this room is good.”
“Let’s keep it that way. Like I said, keep your eyes open, but don’t pop off.”
Griz said, “He means you, Jocko.”
“Hey, man,” Jocko said, “the only time I pop off is inside your old lady.”
“I keep telling you, don’t get on my old lady.”
“Get on her? Oh, I’ll get…”
Griz held up a warning finger. “Don’t.”
“In the meantime,” Boomer said to put an end to the shit talking, “everyone else, stay on your best behavior. We don’t know how deep this fed investigation goes. But typically, when the feds go in, they go in deep, so they could be watching any or all of us.”
Wyatt nodded. “Let’s not give them anything they could use.”
“Exactly. Assume you’re being watched, until we know the investigation’s closed.”
“Man, that’s really going to cramp my style,” Jocko said.
“You have no style, Jocko,” Griz said.
“Says the man who thinks flannel is high fashion.”
Griz looked down at his well-worn flannel shirt. “It is.”
“All right, before this degenerates into yet another shit-talking contest, is there any other club business we need to attend to?” Boomer said. “No? Then I bring this meeting to a close.”
He rapped his hand on the table again, and the brothers began to slowly get up and shuffle out of the room, Griz and Jocko trading verbal jabs the entire way. Pony remained behind, lost in thought.
