She waved.
“And this is Manic’s ol’ lady, Bianca. Not sure why she puts up with him,” I laughed.
Bianca snickered. “Hi, Phyllis.”
Now that was done, and I could focus on her news. “How many Serpents MC members were there? Any of them stand out?” Blair returned to my side, and I reached for her hand, threading our fingers.
Phyllis shook her head. “Four. I didn’t notice anything unusual, just the leather vests they wore. They were waiting for me.”
Lark filled a mug with coffee and handed it to Phyllis.
She accepted it, holding it in her hands as she stared into the cup. “I guess I should mention that one of those club members was injured recently. He came into the ER covered in blood. They said it was a drive-by shooting, but I knew it wasn’t.”
“Anything happen to make them upset with you?” I asked. It sure sounded like something went down.
“No.”
“You have an altercation with any of them?”
She lifted her head, staring into my eyes. “No, Creature.”
I didn’t like this. Why the fuck would they care about a middle-aged nurse? She was a pretty blonde. Slender. But there had to be more.
“The only thing I can think of is that they don’t like my brother.”
“Your brother?”
She nodded. “He’s ten years younger than me. Always so busy. I never see him much.”
A funny feeling swirled in my gut.
“What’s his name?”
“Roderick. Roderick Paul.”
Blair sucked in a breath.
Well, shit just got more complicated.