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“It’s still fuzzy, but Jinx said something before I killed him.”
Blackjack slapped his hand down on the table and shouted, “You don’t get to say his name. Ever!”
“Blackjack,” I cautioned before adding. “What did he say, Shadow?”
“She needs you. Save her. Tell Jinx I love her.”
“Bullshit!”
“He’s fucking lying!”
This wasn’t good. I knew my brothers. The more Shadow talked, the angrier they were going to get. Add in the fact that I knew that men and women who suffered from trauma, even PTSD, sometimes got flashbacks that they never had before. If that was the case, then Shadow had new information that needed to be discussed. It still didn’t take away from the fact that he killed Jinx, but maybe we could learn why he was there that night.
As the brothers all talked and threatened, I noticed one brother staying silent. “Got something to add, Keys?”
Keys looked at Shadow. “You said he called her a client.”
“Yeah. He said he was only trying to help her.”
“Shit,” Keys muttered, rubbing his face. “Jinx moonlighted as a private investigator for extra cash. I sometimes helped him with his investigations. If asshole is correct, then Jinx was at the bar to meet a client, possibly this woman.”
“Shit. Keys, go get the damn file on the woman,” I cursed, sitting down in my chair, as I looked at Shadow. “And you. What else do you remember?”
Brothers slowly settled, taking their seats. Though I wasn’t happy about talking about that night, Jinx belonged to us. He was one of us. A brother till the end. If he was trying to help someone, then this club would do what we could to ensure whoever needed help would get it.
“Only what I told you but Kansas, I remembered him clearly saying, she needs you. Save her. Tell Jinx I love her.”
I and several others shook our heads.
“That makes no sense, Prez,” Pence reiterated. “Jinx didn’t have a woman.”
“Then why saytell Jinx I love her?” I countered, just as confused as everyone else. None of this made sense. Jinx was a stand-up guy. If he had a woman on the side, someone in the club would have known about it. “Okay. Who was closest to Jinx?”
“I was,” Monk growled, glaring daggers at Shadow.
“Did you know he was moonlighting?”
“No.”
“Gonna have to help me out here, Monk. Jinx was part of the old guard. One of the few survivors. What was Jinx doing on the day they attacked the club?”
“Jinx told Big Jim he needed a few days to take care of something. Brother was gone two weeks before the attack and didn’t get home until a week after. He wasn’t party to the attack.”
“Not saying he was. Jinx was a stand-up guy.”
“This fucker is lying his ass off. Jinx didn’t have a side piece. He’s talking out of his ass to save himself from the ass beating he knows is coming.”
That was the damn truth.
I knew before he left the area, one or all of the club brothers were going to want their pound of flesh. Even though he wasn’t in his right mind, he killed one of our brothers. That action alone required some kind of payback or retribution of sorts.
“Monk, we all know too well the effect PTSD has on the mind. Plus, coupled with his job as the executioner for the Golden Skulls, the mind will always protect itself. We’ve all been there. Not saying Shadow doesn’t deserve a beat down. ‘Cause when the time comes, I will be in the ring with all of you, but not before we get everything he remembers out of his head.”
Monk grumbled, sitting back in his chair.
“Now, what else do you know about Jinx?”
“Not much. Brother never talked about his past. We just hung out, drank and rode together. He enjoyed playing chess.”
