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Shaw nodded once before moving on. “Anatoly managed to get some information, but it’s not much. Just gives us some people to look out for.” He nodded once at Konrad. Getting up, Konrad walked over to the filing cabinet, unlocked it, and pulled out a manila folder. He handed it to Shaw before taking a seat again. Shaw pulled out six pieces of paper and passed them to me first.
Three cops. The mayor. And one of the state senators.
Benjamin Carlisle was the chief of police, the person in charge of the local department. His face was the first one I saw.
He was also the asshole that arrested me nine fucking years ago.
Carmen Rigby, one of the only female officers on the force, was the deputy chief of police. It turned my stomach to know that she was in on this. Was she just that fucked up, or was she just getting paid that damn much? How fucking twisted did you have to be a woman selling other women?
Jeffrey Richards was a lowlife piece of shit that was in one of the foster homes I’d been in when I was younger before I got tossed into my last group home. He was a low-ranking officer, no real rank to his name. But that smirk on his lips told me all I needed to know.
He was just as much of a shitty human being now as he had been back then.
The mayor, Phillip Brennan, was smiling in his photo like a good ole American man. His smile was warm, his hair perfectly combed and styled, and his suit immaculate. His eyes were inviting. But it just went to show how looks could be deceiving since he was involved in this and now on our shit list.
The last photo was of the senator, Dixon Riddle. He was older, well into his sixties, probably close to seventy. He had old-world views, and I fucking hated that he made it into the senator seat to represent the part of the state we lived in. I should’ve figured he’d have his fingers dug into this disgusting pie.
I slid the photos over to Cameron, who began to flip through them as well.
“Can’t track the senator much unless they happen to be home,” Shaw started, “but we can keep an eye on the others. Anatoly has more men to spare than we do, so he’s already got men watching all of them. But when you see these fuckers, make note of what they’re doing; just don’t make it obvious they’re being watched. Clear?”
“Clear,” I grunted along with everyone else.
“That’s it for now,” Shaw announced, slamming his gavel on the table. “Konrad, make sure those photos go back in the filing cabinet. Keep your ears to the ground and watch your back.”
“You got plans for the day?”Cameron asked a little while later.
I nodded as I grabbed an energy drink out of the fridge. “Need to head into the shop for a little while and finish up Arlo’s work truck.”
He grunted. “Have fun with that shit.”
I snorted and walked out of the kitchen, heading up the stairs to see if Blakely wanted to ride to the shop with me. It would morethan likely be boring as hell for her, but it would get her out of the clubhouse for a little while.
When I stepped into our room, I frowned at the silence. Guessed she wasn’t in here.
I heard her laughing, and then Ace saying something from his room. Following their voices, I headed further down the hall.
“Hey, what are—” My words died in my throat when I saw Blakely and Ace sitting on the bed. Ace’s hair was blue and purple, and he had makeup on his face, applied better than most women did.
“Hey.” Ace lifted his hand in a wave. “Everything cool?”
“I, uh, yeah,” I muttered. “Makeup a new thing?” I asked, leaning against the door frame.
He nodded. “I think it’ll be a sometimes thing. I like eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara more than all this contouring bullshit.” He waved his hand over his face.
I softly laughed before looking at Blakely. “I’m heading to the garage for a few hours. Want to come or do you want to chill here?”
She shrugged. “I’ll come.”
“Oooh, can I come, too?” Ace asked, hopping off his messy bed, acting as if he hadn’t just been ready to rip my throat out a few hours ago. Clothes were everywhere—the bed, the floor, the dresser. I had no clue how the kid lived like this.
“I don’t care,” I told him. “Just hurry up, or I’m leaving you behind.”
Blakely grabbed my hand in hers, and I led her out of the room and down the stairs. “Makeup and hair, huh?” I quietly asked. I wasn’t bothered. Ace could express himself however he wanted; I gave no fucks as long as he was happy. Just had been a tiny shock to my system.
She shrugged. “He asked, and I didn’t mind helping. I think he looks good with it.”
“He looks like… Ace.”
