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I can’t help but pick-up on the uneasy glances exchanged among the bikers.
Wendy seems not to notice. “Investigations like the one they’re talking about – it’s a long haul, not some piecemeal game.” She pauses as she picks up her cigarette pack and flips it around in her hands.
Hangman and Joker are looking at her with respect and Reaper’s looking over her head, like he’s thinking. I glance at Trigger who winks and smiles. Then his eyes drop to my cleavage.
“I’m getting old but I’m not dead yet.” She glares at Reaper, who smirks. “And don’t want to be. If I’m gonna pick sides, I’d rather be on your side. You don’t play games.”
Hangman agrees with Wendy. “We sure as fuck don’t.”
Tigger chortles. “Most of the time.”
“Anything else?” Joker asks.
“I ordered sashimi and a tuna tataki and they ordered—".
“We don’t fuckin’ care what you were eating,” Reaper exclaims.
Wendy narrows her eyes then dismisses him. To Hangman, she says, “We talked about logistics as we ate and drank green tea. I made them pay the bill.” She smirks proudly. “They gave me the money and this phone.” She pushes the cell towards Hangman.
Hangman takes a long considering look at Wendy, then nods. “Okay. I’m gonna trust you.” He picks up the cell phone, examines it, then returns it to Wendy. “Bring this to the clubhouse to let Coyote look at it. Might have a tracker.”
“I can bring it,” I say, worried for Wendy. “I don’t think Wendy should go there.”
“I disagree,” Wendy replies. “What if it rings? I’m supposed to have it on me all the time.”
“But if it has a tracker,” I argue. “Then they’ll know you’re at the clubhouse. How will you explain that?”
Wendy grins. “Easy. I made friends with Hangman’s ex when we were there yesterday.”
Reaper snorts. “Verity don’t make friends with anyone.”
“Neither do I,” Wendy replies. “We have a lot in common.”
Hangman seems to think it’ll work. “Okay, but you don’t tell Verity anything about this.”
Wendy rolls her eyes. “I’m not stupid, boss. I don’t talk to anyone.”
“How’s she going to explain yesterday?” Trigger asks. “Her being at the clubhouse and all.”
Hangman looks expectedly at Wendy since she seems to have an answer to everything.
She does this time too. “Evanee was threatened by a couple of Blackbeards. You told her to come in. Told her to bring me along for my safety.” She gives Trigger a toothy grin. “It was a handy coincidence.”
“Maybe too handy,” Reaper grumbles.
Hangman ignores him. “You sure Verity and you are friendly? Maybe you misread the signals.”
“We’re like twin sisters,” Wendy says with a smirk. “She’s lonely, you know. Needs a confidante.”
“I don’t trust you,” Reaper says as he stalks over. “You got a fucking answer for everything. Already playing the game before we started this conversation.”
She stares blandly at Reaper. “It doesn’t take a lot of brain power to plan ahead.”
“Good thing,” he mutters.
Hangman intervenes. “These assholes have already killed two guys that we know of. We gotta make sure you’re protected.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.” The tone in her voice borders on sarcasm.
