My last words are probably going to be: I’m still hungry.
—Constance to Odin
Odin
We’d been in the war room—that other clubs called “church”—in the Dixie Wardens MC Montana Chapter all night.
Sage had some interesting information to share, and we’d been gathering all the intel that we could on her RV neighbor since.
According to Sage, her neighbor in the long-term stay RV park she was camped at had a truck that fit the description of the vehicle that was seen in Wendy’s attempted kidnapping.
Pairing Sage’s information with the other camera feed that Apollo was able to pull, and we thought that maybe we’d gotten a lead on Errol Fuller.
“I think we should just go check it out,” Hux pointed out, sounding exhausted. “I have an hour max before I need to be at work. And though I’d willingly go kill this guy for you instead of waiting around, I doubt that is what you want me to do.”
I tended to agree.
I mean, we’d done the waiting thing for the last couple of hours.
Nothing in the RV had moved.
Not one single thing.
We’d had all of the prospects sitting on the RV for hours now, and not even a light had come on.
According to Thumper, the only thing that’d moved in the entire neighborhood had been a newer model truck that’d parked on the other side of the RV that they were watching.
It’d left just as quickly as it’d arrived after loading a few things up from behind the RV he was staying at.
“I agree with Hux at this point,” I said. “We’ve been sitting here twiddling our thumbs. I want to know what the fuck is going on.”
Denver nodded. “Then let’s go.”
We arrived at the RV twenty minutes later, and like the prospects had shared, there was no activity whatsoever.
“What kind of RV park is this?” Gentry grumbled.
His eyes went to Sage’s trailer where she was standing on the front porch with her arms crossed and glaring.
At Gentry.
“The kind that’s supposed to keep the riff-raff out,” Sage grumbled.
“Children.” Denver sighed. “This isn’t necessary right now.”
No, it wasn’t.
“Anyone just thought to knock?”
“I don’t think he’s home,” Sage called out. “He leaves early in that truck and comes back late. I haven’t ever seen the man in the daylight. And, to make matters worse, I couldn’t even tell you what he really looks like. Other than he’s a man and has some muscle to him. Shortish.”
“Go back inside, Sage,” Gentry ordered.
I didn’t wait to hear what their argument would be about next.
It seemed like they were always arguing. It was exhausting. Especially right then.
I headed for the door and decided in lieu of knocking, I’d just kick the damn door down.
