Hodge muttered a curse under his breath.
Method shook his head.
“That’s a hell of a lot of work just to buy a damn building.”
“They aren’t trying to buy a building,” Goldie said quietly.“They’re trying to get rid of the people inside it.”
Britta crossed her arms against the kitchen doorway.“If that’s true...”Everyone looked at her.“...why not just kill all of us?”
The question hung there.
Nobody answered right away.
Goldie rubbed her palms against her jeans before finally speaking.“Because that brings attention.”
Twister tipped his head.“Explain.”
“If this clubhouse suddenly became the scene of a mass murder...”She looked around the room.“...the police wouldn’t be the only ones investigating.”
Rev nodded once.“State police.”
“Eventually.”
Gramps spoke from the bar.“Maybe federal.”
Goldie nodded.“Exactly.”
She looked directly at Twister.“The Ledger doesn’t want headlines.”
“No?”
“They want you frustrated.”She looked at Tempi.“They want your insurance to become impossible.”Then at Swift.“They want your businesses tied up in paperwork.”Then back to Twister.“They want you bleeding money.”Her voice stayed even.“They want you to decide Madison isn’t worth it.”
Sully leaned both forearms on the bar.“So all this...”He motioned around the room.“...was supposed to convince us to leave?”
“I think so.”
Nugget barked out a laugh.“They picked the wrong damn motorcycle club.”
Chewy grinned.“Amen.”
Magnum pointed his beer toward Nugget.“For once, I agree with him.”
“Write today’s date down,” Nugget said.“Doesn’t happen often.”
Even Twister’s mouth twitched, only for a second, then he looked back at Goldie.“You said they need the tunnel.”
“I think they do.”
“You don’t know what’s down there.”
“No.”
“You’ve never been in it.”
“No.”
“You’ve only found references.”
