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“What the hell are you talking about, Prez?” Ven asked, clearly confused by the accusation.
Ace spoke up. “I already gave him a good punch-up for messing with Rose. I’m guessing the stubborn bastard didn’t listen.”
“He did what? I’m gonna kill the fucker,” Ven snarled, seriously pissed off now.
Glancing at the man holding his ribs, Ace realized he had no idea what was going on. “If this isn’t over Rose, what’s he done?”
“I caught the stupid fucker trying to break into my office.”
Ryder stepped closer. “Jesus, I never would have thought that.”
Hickory and Ven moved closer, and Ryder’s father asked quietly, “Are you sure he’s not somehow related to this situation with the bodies?”
Ace shook his head. “He can’t be. The fucker was with us for weeks before that farmer even found the fossil deposit on his property.”
Hickory stared down at Tank. “Do you think he could be a pig, ‘cause he sure ain’t the kind of guy we thought he was.”
“Peb, get the fuck over here,” Ace said, motioning with his hand. They needed their expert on the case to dig up any and all information on this Tank guy.
“I’m already on it, man.” Ace waited breathlessly for Peb to finish the internet search he was doing on his high-class smartphone. “I’m getting conflicting information. There’s social media accounts under the name he uses with the club, but I used the time machine app, and it was all created on the same day about six weeks before he showed up here.”
Walking over, Ryder squatted down to look the man in the face. “If I gut you today, who’s gonna show up to claim the body?”
The man jerked his head, refusing to look him in the eye.
“Give me a hint, would they be state or federal agents?”
His question was met with yet more stony silence.
“I hope the fuck the DEA isn’t spending taxpayer dollars on sniffing around our club.”
Ven made a sound of disgust. “The stupid fucker ain’t talking.”
Ryder grabbed a handful of Tank’s hair and jerked his head back. “We don’t mule drugs for nobody. You gotta know that by now. Why are you still here?”
“Maybe the dude’s FBI,” Jack suggested. “This place looks ripe for a Ricco bust.”
“The stupid fucker who ain’t supposed to be here, much less talking, is right. Maybe our prospect is looking to dig up all our secrets and use a little of this and little of that to take us down for being an ongoing criminal enterprise.”
Darkness walked up and stood over them with his arms crossed over his chest. “That sounds about right to me. I’m going to give you one chance to walk the fuck outta here today. Tell me what agency you’re with.”
“You run guns,” Tank said through clenched teeth.
“ATF it is then. What’s your name?”
“Gaven Petella.”
“Peb, run his name and see if he’s with the ATF,” Darkness instructed, his shrewd gaze never leaving Tank’s.
Ryder began searching the man and quickly divested him of his cell phone and pulled the battery. Ace knew it was in case it had a listening device. Ryder quickly pulled out the sim card and stuffed it in his pocket. Dropping the phone onto the ground, he stood and crushed it under his foot. “Funny, I never took you for a pig.”
Scrolling on his phone, Peb said, “I found him, sir. Gaven S. Patella. He’s from Arizona. He has a wife and a child on the way. His FB pictures are him but without the beard. He normally has blond hair, and he’s wearing brown contacts right now. His eyes are usually green.”
The man on the ground cursed under his breath.
“Ain’t too good with disguises, are you?” Peb taunted.
Darkness stared at the man as he rubbed his jaw. “Make a note of his personal information, Peb.” Turning his attention back to the turncoat, his voice turned to ice. “I’m gonna let you walk the fuck on outta here, lawman, but I want to make something loud and clear. If you disappoint me in any way, I’ll track you down. You will regret it, and I might even enjoy some one-on-one time with your missus. Am I making myself clear?”
