He grins as he looks over at him, his hand coming off of the gearshift and he places it on my lap. “It’s fine.”
I’m silent for a few moments before I look back over at him curiously.
“What?”
“It’s been, what? 7 years. Why wait that long?”
“I don’t know. Why do serial killers go dormant for years? Who knows?”
“Usually because they’re incarcerated or had a vast change in their life.”
“What, you think he had kids?”
“Or, more likely, arrested.” I answer him as he slows to a stop at a red light. A car coming close behind us. “What, is that dumb?”
“No, I think you may be on to something.” He looks away for a moment before he starts again. “Axe, get Spyder to find anyone released from prison in the last 6 months.”
“He can do that?”
“He can do just about anything with a computer.” He pauses, looking away again. The phone rings and Zane looks at me, nodding for me to pick it up. “What d’ya got?”
“It looks like Sonny Lays was arrested outside of the city a week after their deaths for Burglary with a Deadly Weapon. Just got out within the last 6 months.”
“Who’s Sonny Lays?”
“Son of Malcolm Lays.”
“Am I supposed to know who that is?”
“Road name was Cain.”
“Fuck.” Zane murmurs before reaching over and ending the call.
“Who’s Cain?” I can’t help but ask him.
“Someone who had bad blood with the charter.”
“Why?”
“Because the charter wasn’t always a part of the Damned. They were once a part of The Midnight Syn, whose national Prez was Cain.”
“You can switch clubs like that?”
“It’s more of a faux pas. It’s frowned upon, and it pisses a lot of people off, at least depending on those people, but there’s no way of really stopping it.”
“Oh…” I trail as I think of something else to say. I know what I want to ask, but I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t.
“Cain was forcing them to do shit that was putting them on the radar. They were getting a lot of heat. He didn’t know they had options. They went over to my uncle and asked for him to do a patch over. Shit, did not go over well with the Syn, though.” He tells me and I nod my head like I have any fucking clue what he’s talking about.
?
“Someone’s on us.” I say, looking over at Tatum and she nods her head.
“You sure?” Zeke asks in my ear.
“Yeah, grey Malibu.”
“I see ‘em,” He mumbles in my ear. Reaching over, I grab hold of Tatum’s hand as we continue to drive as if we don’t know what’s going on.
