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Ghost frowned. “I don’t like where this is heading.”
Razor shook his head. “No, I don’t think that you will like this part. My father kept his own records as insurance.
“He’s right.” Bishop's voice came from the stairs, and everyone turned. He walked down slowly. “Cole never trusted Mercer.” Razor glared at him, but Bishop continued. “Robert Mercer probably kept proof.”
Razor laughed bitterly. “Dad kept everything.”
Angel looked at him. “Where?”
“Fuck you,” Razor spat. Ghost raised his gun and pointed it at Razor’s head. This time, Angel didn't stop him. Razor looked at the barrel and then at Angel. “You wouldn't.”
Angel shrugged. “I've had a very long night.” Ghost liked her more with every fucking passing minute.
Razor sighed. “Storage unit.”
“Where?” she asked.
“Outside Raven's Hollow,” he said.
“Number?” she asked.
“Thirty-seven,” he said.
“Key?” she asked.
“It’s in my wallet,” he said.
Monster pulled it from his pocket and tossed a small key onto the table. Razor stared at him, and Monster smiled. “I run a motorcycle club, asshole. You think I don't know how to search pockets?”
Mouse confirmed the storage unit existed within ten minutes. He also confirmed something else.
Cole had left his house, and nobody knew where he'd gone, but Ghost did. “He's going after the records.”
Monster nodded. “Yep.”
Angel stood. “So are we.”
“No.” She looked at Ghost as he shook his head. “Not happening.”
“Hammer,” she said. Jackhammer looked uncomfortable. Coward.
“Don't drag me into this,” he insisted.
“You said I make my own decisions,” she reminded.
“You do,” Hammer agreed.
“Then I'm going,” she said.
Jackhammer rubbed the back of his neck, and Ghost glared at him. “Helpful.”
“I'm not telling her no,” he insisted.
Ghost looked at Angel. “You were kidnapped twelve hours ago.”
“Yes,” she said.
“You’ve been drugged, shot at, found out you have two fathers,” he continued.
