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“Claire?” I said, not so much surprised that she’d found me but surprised that she’d shown up at a motorcycle club’s compound.
She didn’t speak until she stood beside me and eyed all the girls in turn. “If I’m going to trust the integrity of an op to a bunch of guys on motorcycles, then I want to know the guys on the motorcycles.”
“Valid point,” Jenna said.
“You’re drinking with us?” I asked.
Claire huffed. “I’m currently off duty, and a beautiful young man behind the bar said that if I was going to hang with thegirl posse, as he called you,” she said, throwing single handed air quotes, “then I had to have apeach ‘rita, also his words. And it is surprisingly delicious.”
She took another sip.
“Told ya,” Layla said glancing my way. “Ink is the shit.”
Claire studied Margo’s face, “Do I know you?”
“Do you work for MI-6?” Margo asked, cocking her head to the side.
Claire shook her head.
“Then probably not,” Margo nodded.
“We were about to hear a great story,” Gabby said to Claire. “You should pull up a chair.”
Claire surveyed the grounds. “I’m fine. Just checking it all out. But please continue.”
Margo looked my way, “Can she arrest me?”
“Ummmm,” was all I got out before Claire interrupted.
She lifted her hand, “Off duty.” Then she went back to studying the brothers and sipping her drink.
“Years ago, when Talon was trying to branch the club into black market goods,” Margo began, “he traveled to Europe to see what he could learn about international trade. He and a renowned thief happened to cross paths and took an immediate liking to one another.”
“Was that you?” Stella asked, nearly bouncing in her seat with enthusiasm.
Margo’s smile was wistful, “No. It was my father.”
“Ohhhh, what happened next?” Cassie asked.
And I found myself riveted by the story as well.
“Before a meeting with a buyer, my dad had planned one last job. He bypassed a museum’s security system and got in and out with no fuss at all. But on the last leg, the one where he ziplined from the roof of one building to another, someone else cut his line. The fall killed him.”
“Oh, my God,” Layla said. “How’d you find out what happened to him?”
“I was there,” Margo shook her head. “I was his driver. I guess no one suspected he had a partner because I pulled his body into the van and got away before the person who cut the line could make it down to the street.”
“Who was it?”
Margo shook her head, “Just a greedy thief who was trying to rob the museum without actually having to rob the museum.”
“Did you go after him?” I asked.
“No, I went to meet the buyer my father already had lined up.”
“Probably a smart move,” Gabby nodded.
“And I gothimto go after the thief who killed my father,” Margo said, her voice barely above a whisper.
