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I dig around in Charley’s desk lookin’ for a USB I can download a copy of the file to and finally find a few in the bottom drawer that haven’t been labeled with anything and plug it into the computer. I watch the feed for a few minutes with Quinn watching over my shoulder.
"Wait, back it up. Right there. That guy there looks pretty close to this Green guy," he points out.
I examine him and compare the image to the picture in my hand. The image isn’t clear and it’s a side profile showing him leaving in a small black car. The old lady in Bozeman said the car she noticed was silver, but he could easily have swapped vehicles. I’ll take this to Reid and have him zoom in on the guy’s face and his car, clean the picture up a bit. "Alright, let’s take this and get going. Still need to stop by Grace’s," I tell Quinn. We walk back out to the front of the bar.
"You boys find what you were lookin’ for?" Charley asks.
"Yeah, we got what we needed, thanks Charley" I tell him.
"Alright, stay safe," he tells us as we walk past the bar and out the door.
As soon as I get inside the truck I send a text to Alba, checking on her.
Me: You good?
Cariño: I’m good. Love you
Me: Te amo más Love you more
Satisfied, I start the truck and head back towards town.
/> By the time we make it to the bakery, it has started to rain. Luckily, it looks like Grace doesn’t have any customers. The parking spaces out front are all empty, which means we can be in and out. I step out of the truck and fuck if it isn’t colder than it was when I headed out this morning. Some bikers, including a few of my brothers are hardcore. It doesn’t matter what type of weather there is, they are on their bikes. I love my ride. Ain’t nothing better than feeling the breeze on your face and the open road, but I’m not about to freeze my balls off during winter time in Montana.
My stomach rumbles from the smell of sugar cookies filling the air as we walk inside. Alba brought some of those things home the other day. The crack of sweets is what they are. I damn near ate the whole damn box by myself. I walk into the back of Quinn when he abruptly stops, almost knocking him over in the process. Over in the corner of the store back behind the register is the broad back of our Prez who has a tiny Grace caged in with his hands on the wall—on either side of her—her back pressed against the wall.
"What do we have here? Another sweet tooth, Prez?" Quinn goads as he saunters up to the counter and leans forward on it. Seriously, the man has no filter.
"Fuck off, Quinn," Prez growls.
A blush creeps up Grace’s cheeks as she ducks under Jake’s arm. Composing herself, she walks to the counter wearing a smile.
"Hey guys. What can I get for you? Gabriel, how’s Alba doing today?" She asks.
Clearing my throat, I regard both her and Jake who has stepped back around the counter to join us.
"She’s doing good. Grace, Alba was here the day before her accident, can we get a look at your security feed?"
"Sure, but the only camera I have is located inside the store. Will that help you with what you’re looking for?"
Shit. Probably not, but it’s worth a look anyway. "Quinn, go take a look at that feed, would ya? I need to talk with Prez a minute."
Grace looks to Jake and he gives her a brief smile, then she turns and leads Quinn towards the back.
"We went out to Charley’s and got the feed from Tuesday night with a possible image of the guy. I’m taking it to Reid for him to clean it up, so we can have a better look at it. Showed the picture to the new waitress that was working that night and she remembers him coming in."
He runs his hand through his hair, "Alright, I’ll get in touch with Logan. Wrap this up, we’ll be meeting up at Reid’s in about forty minutes since he’s the closest and everyone is here in town at the moment," he informs me.
Quinn and Grace walk back out, "Nothin’, brother. All it shows is Alba walking in, getting a cinnamon roll, and walking out."
I turn towards Grace, "Can you box up some sugar cookies for Alba?" After watching her place about a dozen cookies into a pink box she hands it to me, "No charge. I hope she gets to feeling better. Tell her to call me when she’s up for a visit," she says with a warm smile. I can see why Jake likes her.
Quinn was on his phone as soon as we walked out the doors letting Reid know we were heading his way and that Prez and Logan wouldn’t be too far behind us. We find him downstairs in his computer room. Turning in his chair he looks in our direction. Reaching into my front pocket I get the USB drive and toss it to him, "I know Quinn briefed you on what we found, but can you clean it up? The picture quality is shitty," I ask him.
Grabbing a chair from the other side of the room, I sit down beside him and watch him do his thing. Within five minutes he’s gotten to the location on the feed we need him to be and starts doing whatever it is he does and the picture on the screen becomes clearer. On the second computer screen he has set up right beside the first, he brings up the headshot image he obtained from the college files last night.
Reid’s doorbell chimes and his phone goes off. He swipes the screen and taps an app. When he does an image of Logan and Prez standing outside his door fills the screen. He taps out a code unlocking his door letting them in, "Come on in. I’m downstairs in my office with Quinn and Gabriel," he informs them through the speaker outside.
After making their way downstairs and walking into the room, Logan hands Quinn a bag. "Here, Bella cooked up some lunch earlier, some country fried steak sandwiches and potato salad," he tells us.
