Page 139 of Ringer's Freedom


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“No?”

“Turned it in yesterday.”

Ghost nods, running his finger along his bottom lip. “Sorry bout your face.”

Powers waves him off. I offer him a seat, and he takes it without question.

“We need you to answer some questions for us, Powers.”

“Call me Noah, man. I hated that fucking name, but you know how that goes.”

“Noah. Alright, man. Think you can help us out?”

He nods.

I open the picture of Sydney and Hawk again. “Mind telling us about these two?”

“Hawk’s the president, as I’m sure you know.” He forces a chuckle and rolls his eyes. “Syd was a good kid. She was a baby when she came around, and I’m honestly not even sure how she came about. But one second, she wasn’t there, the next she was, and then in the blink of an eye, she was pregnant. I honestly think he got her pregnant before she was even 18, but that’s beside the point. Anyway, Syd’s a computer genius. She does all their shit for them, hacking, transfers, everything.”

“So would she be able to hack into and dismantle cameras around town?”

“With her eyes closed.”

I nod, waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t know what Hawk holds over her. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t hit her, but he has to do something because she’s miserable. He treats her like shit. Threatens to take the kid away, kick her out on her ass, and everything in between. He controls everything about her life, so she doesn’t have a choice.”

“Why is she hacking our shit?” Ghost grumbles.

“He’s making her.”

“Why?”

“I think that answer is obvious, Ghost. He wants control of Desert Rose and the surrounding area.”

Ghost slashes the air. “Not fucking happening.”

I click on the other screen with Robert and Jake’s pictures. “Where do these two come in?”

“When Hawk brought up bringing drugs through, he knew you guys would immediately shut it down. So he decided on taking you guys out. Hawk assigned jobs for his brother to do to show his loyalty. His first job was to run one of you off the road, with the goal of killing one of you.”

“Horse,” Bones grunts.

Powers nods. “I didn’t know. I’ve been so distanced from the club lately, taking care of my own damn family. I didn’t even fucking realize what was going on. Hawk only involved a certain amount of people in the plans. I wasn’t one of them.

Jake’s a fucking idiot. He can barely get til noon before he’s passed out somewhere in the clubhouse, fucking off on some sort of shit. Who knows. Before you guys shoot me in my seat, know that I didn’t know about the majority of this until yesterday, which is why I turned my cut in.”

Powers takes a shaky breath before continuing. “Then, somehow, a kid named Beau starts hanging around. He’s Syd’s older brother. Jake and Robert knew him from their chop shop days. I think Beau used to paint for them or something. I guess with Syd dating Hawk, Jake and Robert figured Beau could join the club. In turn, I’m guessing Beau was feeding them information about you guys. They knew everything you guys were doing. Whatever gets said at your garage, Beau is feeding Hawk and his minions,” he says, looking directly at Bones and Tank.

“Shit,” Bones says, scratching his bushy beard.

“The bakery?” Ringer asks. “Was that meant for Lilah?”

Powers nods gingerly.

Ringer throws himself back out of his chair and slams his fist into the wall behind him. Too bad Ringer hit a fucking stud. The bone crunching sound that follows makes me cringe. That hand’s broken.

“Fuck! I’m going to fucking kill that piece of shit!” Ringer’s losing his cool and pacing behind his chair.

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