“I did everything. She didn’t know what to do,” I growl. For the second time today, I want to track Margo down.
Now it’s for a completely different reason.
All I can think about is that fucking document she had me sign and I’m suddenly turning on my heel. I don’t know who I’m more pissed off at—me for signing something without reading it or her for making it sound like a disclaimer.
“Hey! What about …” Glenn calls after me.
“Not now, Glenn,” I yell over my shoulder before grumbling to myself. “Not fucking now.”
I notice that the roads are carefully plowed as I’m heading down into town. I snort, flipping through scenarios of how to deal with Margo.
When my cell rings, I growl when I see Frost calling my personal phone instead of coordinating through Rage. “I’ve got a plan I want to run by you.”
“I’m heading to town now. I’ll call you back from there,” I reassure him, steamed I’ll have to handle that first.
Hanging up, I text Rage,Look up George Tucker’s address for me.
He’s not getting married again, is he?
The amount of people, mostly wives, that Tucker has had to bury isn’t funny, so I ignore Rage’s question and focus on how to best handle club business.
Walking into the clubhouse, I don’t waste any time relaying my orders. The longer my brothers have to sit on the girls, the worse things will get.
Digging out my newest burner, I call Frost and listen to what he has to say. From what he’s ferreted out, Alli was, indeed, the instigator so her fate is sealed. It’s the thought of killing the other girls that is bothering Frost.
“They’re just dumb kids, really,” he finishes his explanation. “I think if we split them up and get the other Kats going on buses in different directions, Edge could wipe their phones, cloud history, whatever it is, and they’ll just think Alli’s got a bus to somewhere else.”
“Bus stations mean exposure for whoever drops them off. Will they play along and not cause a scene?”
“Blanca and Addie, definitely. Sally’s the only wildcard.”
I pause for a beat, considering my options. “Remind me, does Sally likecandy?”
“She does,” he instantly replies.
“Give her candy before you put her on the bus. Just enough so she’s feeling fine, not enough to get her sick.”
“I’m not exactly a pharmacist but I’ll do my best,” he answers, sounding relieved that the body count is staying at one. “I’ll take care of Alli.”
“No, I’m going to send Bronco and Rage down to you with Gaven and Dean. Let them handle the problem, then they get patched,” I tell Frost, knowing the risk we’re all taking with this.
“What about Carson? He’s been a prospect longer than Dean.” Even though he’s older than me, I’m surprised that Frost questions me on this, especially considering that he’s not fond of Carson either.
“There’s something off about him. Let’s cut him loose.” I finally make the decision that I should have months ago.
He’s not complaining, but we both know that some of the others will. Carson’s father was a member, even took a bullet for my old man one time. Maybe it would have turned out differently if he had lived to raise his son, but cancer got him not long after Carson learned to walk.
“I’ll have Rage deal with their car afterwards,” he starts before I cut in.
“Have Bronco handle it. Rage has an errand of his own to run after he gets the shipment to Thunder.”
We iron out a few more details, probably making them more convoluted than we need to but better safe than sorry. Just as I’m about to track down Rage, he walks into my office.
“No chance I can head directly to Kent?” he asks after I lay out what’s expected.
“You still haven’t heard from him? Who’s running the county?” I ask, but he throws his hands up.
“That’s part of the problem; it’s like the entire department left or became mute overnight. No one’s talking to me, not even Joanie and I went to her wedding last year, for fuck’s sake.”
