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“Then stay. The kitchen just got a little hotter, that’s all, but I think you can stand the heat.”

28

Jack

“I’m going over there,” I said, and headed for the door.

“Bad idea.”

“Your handling of this has been one bad idea after another,” I snarled.

Lou shook his head like I was the biggest fool he’d ever seen. “Said the idiot she’s been playin’ from day one.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You need to get the truth out of her.”

“What, if Roach doesn’t?”

“My bet is, Roach isn’t even part of the equation anymore. My bet is you’re walking into a trap. Either that or Roach sprung it for you, and when you get there, she’ll give you some song and dance bullshit about what happened.”

“I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“If you don’t – ”

“I said I will.”

“But if you don’t, I’m using every hard, pipe-hittin’ motherfucker in the club on that bitch, you understand me?”

I stared Lou down.

He wasn’t joking.

The stakes couldn’t have been higher.

“I got this,” I said quietly.

“You better, motherfucker. You better.” Lou shook his head, then held out his hand. “Now gimme my fuckin’ phone back.”

29

Ileft the Seven Veils sixty seconds later.

I knew it was stupid beyond belief – idiotic, moronic, a sucker’s play – but I headed straight for her motel.

Probably right into a trap. But I had to know. I had no choice.

I thought of what Roach might be doing to her at this very moment, and I couldn’t stay away.

Even if she was the mole… I didn’t want him to touch her.

I’d deal with her myself.

I parked about a quarter mile down the street. My Harley’s pretty loud, and I didn’t want to telegraph my arrival.

I jogged to the motel in almost complete darkness. There were only a couple of street lights, and the horizon was just beginning to show the first hint of sunrise.

On the way, I passed something that made my heart skip a beat. Roach’s 1970 Triumph Bonneville, parked by the curb.

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