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“You really are something, Ophelia.”
The first rays of daybreak shot above the horizon and filtered through the trees. With the golden shafts of dancing light came the stark reality of another day, and sighing heavily, Dean eased his hold on her. He slowly brushed his knuckles along her jaw, his mood solemn. “We should get back. Like Dos said. We’re running out of time.”
“Coffee first. I need a cup.”
He nodded and they made their way to the break room. There was a fresh pot on and a man standing near it.
“What’s going on here, Cooper? You made a pot of coffee without being asked? Will miracles never cease?”
“Wait till you taste it, Barr, before you go singing my praises.”
“I don’t think that’s what she’s doing?”
“Oh, I see, Peterson. She’s busting my balls.”
“Yeah, I think that’s more like it,” Peterson said, his eyes twinkling.
“Screw you, Barr.”
She elbowed Cooper in the ribs. “Don’t swear at me this early in the morning without coffee.”
He laughed and held up his hands. “I didn’t make it. Peterson did.”
“Thank God. It’s drinkable.”
With their coffee, they took another crack at Dos, but he was still uncooperative. Dean moved on to Roach, but he was as hostile and uncooperative as his leader. They spent hours trying to get something out of them, but it wasn’t working.
Finally, Dean went in to try one more time with Dos. He sat down in the chair. By this time, it was clear Dos was tired, hungry, and thirsty. Dean set down a power bar and a bottle of water in front of him, then unclipped his cuffs from the bar.
Dos devoured the power bar and drained the water. Dean indicated that he was to put his hands out and he recuffed him to the bar. “Who sold you the weapons, Dos?”
“You’re wasting your time and soon you’ll be out of it.”
Dean leaned forward, his fists clenching. “We know you have to have them stashed somewhere. Give me the location and the name of the seller. I’ll see what I can do for you.”
“Sure, Dean,” he spat. “Your dad would have disowned you for this. Probably killed you himself.”
“My father made his choices, Dos, and I made mine. They were never aligned. I’m sure he would be as close-mouthed as you are now. No help to us.”
“That’s right. Even from the grave, your dad is still helping us.” Dos’s mouth compressed and he looked away. Dean almost missed it.
“What do you mean he’s still helping you?”
Dos leaned back, silent. Dean’s tired mind whirred for a moment before he realized what Dos had meant. He rushed out of the room.
“What is it?” Ophelia asked.
“I need to get over to my mother’s. I have a hunch.”
“I’ll go with you.”
When they got outside, her eyes widened when he walked to the Vincent and held out one of the helmets.
“We can’t take that. It’s evidence.”
“It’s my bike…well my dad’s. Dos knew it when he sent me to Ave’s to get it. He had every intention of killing me. I thought it was Cal who was worried about my influence on The Black Hearts, but I was wrong. It was Dos. He thought I’d come back to take over. I’m taking the bike and he can kiss my ass.”
When he got to his mom’s, he went straight to her office and pulled out her folder of all the properties they owned. He searched through them. “Bingo.”
