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Marx raises his hand to thump against the wall before stopping, his head tilted to the side, waiting. Then I hear it, frenetic thumping down the stairs before Chewy with Chomper, Pops, Mad Dog and Remy enter the room.

“Sorry, son. Had important business,” Mad Dog says, taking a seat.

Marx dips his chin, then thumps the wall behind him. “Tell us what we know so far, and Chewy will get the rest outta them.”

“Well, their equipment is fucking high end. Like military high end,” Wire starts, looking around the room. “I’m betting that’s courtesy of Matthew Thompson. I got the Tombs’ to give me a hand to pack it all up and bring it back here.”

“I’ll be hacking into it after I question the geeks,” Chewy says fiddling with Chomper’s claws.

I did wonder why he was joining Church tonight as Chewy usually leaves him in his special pen in the nursery. Obviously he’s going to be put to work.

“The one thing I did notice was that this shit is almost too high end to use on one single bug in the police station.” Wire adds.

“What do you think that’s about?” Savage asks.

“I would imagine we aren’t the only ones they’re keeping an eye on,” Chewy says.

We all go quiet. It’s our mission to fuck up anyone who thinks to run skin, guns or drugs through our town. But we’re only one small MC in a small town in Texas. Who the hell else are they working with, or against that would determine they’d need such high end equipment?

“Don’t worry. Me and my man will get the answers.” Chewy nods.

“OK. Anything else?” Marx looks around the table.

“Um, yeah there is something I found,” Remy says, eyes darting to her Ol Man, before moving back to Marx, then Switch. Interesting.

“Is it to do with Joy and Kit?” Switch says, leaning forward in his seat.

We all share a look. Switch is a fucking loud mouth, but he takes his work very seriously. Knowing Hitchens’ wife and kid on a first name basis, and how invested he is in their situation is definitely out of the norm for the brother. He has that detached doctor thing locked down so tight that a lot of the time he comes off as an asshole at work. Not the caring Patch Adams type. Until now.

Remy shares another look with Wire. “Kinda. I’ve been tracking his phone to determine his movements, getting an ideaon when the best timeframes are for you to get her and her daughter out of their home.”

“OK,” Switch frowns.

“What we got, Remy?” Mad Dog asks.

“It seems that he’s not on as many overnight shifts as she thinks he is.” Remy looks around at the brothers waiting for the penny to drop.

“He’s got a sidepiece,” Jules says in a bored tone.

“Yup.” Remy nods, eyes darting to Switch’s clenched fists, the knuckles white with tension. “I haven’t got any info on her yet, but as soon as I do I’ll let you all know.”

“Thanks Remy,” Marx answers, running a hand down his beard. “So we got a crooked cop with a sidepiece, two geeks with military grade tech -”

“And a disgraced CO who’s been peeping at us for no reason,” Pops cuts in.

“Oh goody!” Rider says, rubbing his hands together.

“And other than that, we’re in the fucking dark,” Rhodie finishes.

We sit in silence for a moment and I can’t help but dwell on the fact that the small job Moss asked the DRMC to help him with, has just spiralled into a big fucking job with a CO that was a massive asshole when Fox and I knew him. I share a look with my man across the table and can’t help but wonder how the fuck we get the girl when all this shit is swirling around us. He must see it written all over my face, because he tips his head forward, holding my gaze. Determination is written all over his face and I know that man will stop at nothing to make sure I get what I want. What I want is him and Jazz in my life, my bed, my future; crooked cops and cartels and other fuckers be damned.

“Well, that was a nice quiet moment, but can we make them scream now?” Chewy asks, looking around the room for permission.

“Fuck it, why not? Might tell us who the fuck we’re gunning for,” Marx says, banging his fist to close Church and moving to stand. “Lets get some fucking answers.”

Fox

We file out of the room and find the girl gang all lined up on the stairs, grinning huge.