“I found references to it in inspection reports from the twenties.”
Rev folded his arms.“And nobody ever filled it in?”
“According to the records...”I hesitated.“There aren’t any records saying it was ever closed.”
Twister stared at the blueprint for several long seconds before lifting his eyes to mine.“So let me see if I’ve got this straight.”
I nodded.
“They’ve spent years buying up property.”
“Yes.”
“They wanted this clubhouse.”
“Yes.”
“They wanted the bar.”
“I believe so.”
“They’ve threatened us...”
He ticked each point off on his fingers.
“...burned the bar...shot at us...and buried us in city paperwork...”
“Yes.”
“All because they want access to a tunnel.”
“I think so.”
“You don’t know what’s in it?”Twister asked.
“No.”
“You don’t know where it ends.”
“No.”
“You only know they’re willing to kill to get it.”
I met his eyes.“Yes.”
Twister leaned back in his chair and nobody said a word.
The blueprint stayed spread across the table between us while they all tried to wrap their heads around what I had just said.
Something was buried beneath the very place these men now called home, and for the first time since I’d uncovered The Ledger, I wasn’t the only person trying to figure out just what it was.
Chapter Five
Wheels
Nobody said a damn word.
The blueprint stayed spread across the church table where Goldie had unfolded it.Every set of eyes in the room bounced between the faded lines on the paper and the woman sitting beside me.
