Page 106 of Playing With Love

“Frank says he’s not getting into a car without official word from Shannon.”

Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him.

I waited in the front yard while Allyson went into her house.

“Where is he now?” I asked.

“Still on Beech Creek approaching Van Hill Road.”

That was the route to get to town.

“Before you head out, I need to tell you something.”

“What?”

“Tucker called in this morning and talked to Carter. He told Carter he had a bad feeling. Tucker having a bad feeling means I went over all the intel again. But I didn’t have all the information until I ran the faces from the neighbor’s feeds.”

Tucker had a bad feeling?

Why didn’t he tell me?

“And?”

“I believe Tate Archer is Jake Sutton, the brother of Anderson Tug Sutton, former president of Deuces MC. And Tug is the former president because Deuces MC no longer exists since Tucker took the club down and ninety percent of the members are now in jail for manufacturing and distribution along with more serious charges of unlawful imprisonment and human trafficking as it pertains to commercial sex work. I’m texting you a picture of Jake Sutton and three other men. I need you to show them to Allyson for verification.”

“Does it matter⁠—”

“Yeah, Liza, it matters. If Tate is Jake, he’s hit the vengeance lottery. If it’s not, and Jake is just one of Tate’s dealers, we have hope he doesn’t know Tucker’s close.”

Vengeance lottery.

I couldn’t think of what Jake would do to Tucker in the name of retribution for his brother without my stomach revolting.

“Here.” Allyson thrusted her keys at me.

My phone vibrated with the text from Dylan.

The jig was up. If someone was watching they were watching and it no longer mattered, so I pulled my phone away from my ear, put Dylan on speaker, and pulled up my texts.

“I need you to look at these pictures and tell me if you know any of these men.”

Allyson’s eyes widened but she nodded and bent her head to look at the screen.

“That’s Tate Archer,” she muttered.

“Blue shirt is Tate,” I told Dylan and swiped to the next image.

“Um. I’ve seen this guy. He delivered supplies to Tate when the new floors were going into the meditation room.”

“Guy with the Aerosmith shirt.” I swiped again to the last picture.

“Yeah, that’s… Ben or Brian or…no, Bryson. His dad owns a construction company. He actually did most of the work on the coffee shop. He also helped Tate build all the houses around the back curve of the road.”

Coffee shop.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Dylan started. “Greg’s on his way. We have a helo inbound to pick up Luke, Trey, and Carter. They’re gearing up now and will be ready to roll out when it lands. You’ll meet up with Greg at the Davy Crockett. The rest of the team will be twenty minutes behind⁠—”

“Meet up with Greg? In forty minutes?”