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Tido may be a cop, but he’s been on our side since day one, and we didn’t even have to threaten or bribe him.
“Nah, nothing like that…” He rocks back on his heels nervously, and the preppy looking officer blushes. “I got hitched. In Vegas. To a stranger.”
The room is eerily silent for a beat before we all throw our heads back laughing, and it’s Munroe’sshhhthat shuts us up, reminding us that we are trying to remain hidden from the Reapers next door.
“Fuck, man.” I step forward and clap Tido on his shoulder. “You had me fucking worried.”
“So what’s your wife like?” Munroe snickers and Tido blows out a breath.
“She’s not my wife anymore. As soon as my pops got wind of it he had a team of lawyers working on an annulment.”
We all chuckle again, and I turn and scoop a beer out of the sink filled with ice and hand it to him. “Sounds like you need this.”
Nodding, he takes it from me and gestures to the box Tex carried in.
“I’ll get this equipment set up and you’ll be able to hear what’s happening inside that house.”
“Fuck, man. Thanks for this. Titch nearly got busted last night trying to hear through their back window.” I clink my beer against his before we both take a swig.
We all settle in sipping on our beers as Tido gets his equipment set up on Maude’s table that looks like it came from a nineteen-seventies sitcom.
I can’t stop fucking pacing. The need to find Zoe is all-consuming, and each day that passes makes me feel like I’ll never fucking get to her.
Assuming she’s still alive.
Fuck.
When we can, we’ve been following the Reapers inside the house. There’s only one day a week all four of them leave and go off together, and some-fucking-how, we’ve lost them each time.
I’ve considered snatching one, but we don’t want to alert Rusty that we are on to them, but fuck it’s trying my patience.
Tido shows Titch how the equipment works, and they start their surveillance, and I eventually hit another fucking low and pass out on the couch, wanting to sleep my existence away.
For the next few days, the surveillance equipment picks up chatter about a Devil’s Night celebration. They never speak of where it’s going to be, but since we all know Devil’s Night is October thirtieth, we start preparing.
Not wanting to leave our women vulnerable ever again, I arrange some extra reinforcements at the clubhouse with Cain and Dante supplying some Diamond Crew men, with clear instructions that no matter what happens, unless the order comes directly from me or Slasher in person, they aren’t to leave the premises.
Tex, Tido and Doug stay hidden in Maude’s house while the rest of us leave early on the day of Devil’s Night so we aren’t spotted and position ourselves in different locations in inconspicuous vehicles around the area.
Thanks to Munroe’s convincing ways, we have an array of basic white cars at our disposal from a local used car dealership, and have them located along the roads between Watsonville and Santa Cruz with the trunks packed full of anything we might need near their locations.
We aren’t fucking around anymore. We mean fucking business, and right now, our top priority is getting Zoe back. Every Reaper that dies in the process is nothing but a bonus.
Their time will come and they will wish they never fucked the Cruz Kings over.
Sitting in a shitty old Datsun just off the highway on the fringe of Watsonville, my fucking leg won’t stop bouncingwith nervous energy as I wait for the call that the Reapers have left the house next door to Maude’s.
It’s getting close to five in the afternoon when the shrill of my phone makes me jump, and I frown as I take in the number I don’t fucking know.
“What?” I snap, accepting the call to hear feminine ragged breathing down the line.
“Grayson. He’s here.”
“What? Who is this?”
“It’s Erin. I’m Loretta’s girl from the Sleep-Eazy. Adam has just pulled up on a motorcycle. He’s here.”
“What!? I thought he canceled his appointment again this month.” I snap, starting up the shit box and shoving it into drive.
