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“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “So, the thing is… the parallels are… interesting.”
“What parallels?” I asked.
“The guy who got carjacked was at a party at a club,” Junior told us.
“Club? Bike club?” I asked, confused.
“Yeah.”
“But… oh,” I said, remembering the Vultures in town. My brother’s woman used to be their president until she was pushed out by her own damn brother. Who was still running shit around there. We all kind of kept to ourselves these days. It was easy to forget they still even existed.
“Yeah, so he’d been there until late. But on his way home, he was trapped and carjacked. An actual car this time, though.”
“That’s too big of a coincidence, right?” Lexy asked.
“It’s suspicious as fuck, considering you don’t want to fuck with either of these clubs. The Henchmen have a reputation, but so do the Vultures, even if they are newer.”
“Why would they be targeted then?” Lexy asked.
“Best guess… someone thinks the bikers would have nice cars or bikes and a lot of extra cash and untraceable guns on them. They’re not wrong about that.”
“But how do they know where to create the trap?” I asked.
“That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to figure out. I have no pull with the Vultures. They keep shit locked down tight, so I have no way of getting information out of them about who was at the party, to see if there was any crossover with people.”
“I wasn’t partying that night,” I admitted. “But your sister was there. And her friends, right?” I asked, looking at Lexy.
“Yeah. But there were other girls that my sister and her friends met at the bar too.”
“Redemption?” Junior asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll talk to Toll. Maybe check their cameras. If the same girls were there both nights… no?” he asked as I shook my head.
“The Vultures crew isn’t welcome at Redemption. You know, for fucking over Danny.”
“Your sister-in-law?” Lexy asked, trying to keep all the stories straight in her head.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“Right,” Junior said. “Maybe Chaz’s then,” Junior said. “Just to clarify… you said it was five or six guys?” he asked.
“Yeah. I think only five who chased me. One who attacked Lexy. Why?”
“It’s the same number the other guy said. It wasn’t likely it was a different crew in the area, but I just wanted to check. I’m assuming you don’t have cameras?” he asked, looking at Lexy.
“No,” she admitted.
“Should I have Perish put some up while she’s staying with me? If the guy comes back, that is.”
“Wouldn’t hurt,” Junior agreed. “You know me, I think everyone should have cameras.”
“Anything else new?” I asked.
“This guy gave descriptions to the cops of two of the guys,” Junior said, passing side-by-side sketches to me. “Had Jackson throw these together from what he said. Look familiar to either of you?”
“No,” Lexy said. “But I don’t get out much. I don’t think this is the guy that attacked me either time, though. He had a big nose.”
“That’s likely broken now,” I told Junior.
“That’s good to know,” he said, nodding.
“It could have been these guys. I don’t know. I was so outnumbered and we were in the woods,” I told him.
“Yeah, I get it. I’ll figure it out. Got more to go on now. It’s only a matter of time,” he assured me.
“I appreciate it,” I said, my hand sliding across the back of Lexy’s chair. “Clearly, one of these fucks is targeting Lexy now.”
“Yeah,” Junior said, light eyes darkening. “Sick fuck probably got pissed that he couldn’t…”
“Yeah,” Lexy said, sighing hard, her gaze going to the table.
“He’s not going to get to,” I insisted.
“I know,” she agreed. “I’m just pissed off that anyone gets to walk around with those ideas in their head.”
“Not for long,” I assured her.
“I know you have the club,” Junior said. “But if you need anyone else…”
“I appreciate it. Sorry this is taking up so much of your time.”
“Eh, got nothing else going on at the moment,” he said, his gaze sliding over to Shale for a second and warming, before looking back at us. “I will have something for you in the next couple of days.”
“I’ll let you get back to it then,” I said, not admitting it aloud, but wanting to get back to playing house with Lexy while I still could.
After our thank-yous and goodbyes, we made our way out.
I left her in the house, watching fucking Forensic Files and drinking more coffee as I ran to the grocery store.
“Finn?” a voice called, making me turn to find my mother, of all people, standing a few feet away, her red hair pulled up in a clip, her head tucked to the side as she looked at me.
“Oh, hey Ma,” I said, putting down the sauce I’d been looking at to walk over and kiss her cheek.
“That’s a lot of food,” she said, looking at my cart.
