“Right, church.” I shove a hand through my already messy hair. “What’s the latest on Peach?”
Zombie grins wickedly. “As we’ve discussed, she wasdealtwith and transported to Mount Rainier. She was ordered to stay away from Tacoma if she found her way out of the mountains, and there’s been no sign of her since.”
“And there’s nothing to trace her back to us if she is found?”
“Nope,” Undertaker comments. “All of her belongings that she had here were incinerated at Death’s Door.”
“I scrubbed every trace of her online, too,” Scrubs adds.
As our cleaner, both physical and digital, I trust him to get the job done. If he says there’s no trace, there’s no fucking trace. “Good. What’s the latest on Cray Cray?”
“He’s gone to ground,” Trick says. “The last time anyone saw him was the night Death’s Door was ransacked.”
“What are the Shadow Sixes saying?”
“Not much,” Quake admits. “Those at the bottom of the totem pole don’t know shit, and the higher-ups won’t talk.”
“Make them talk,” I snarl.
“Trick and I have already eliminated seven of their players,” Quake says. “If we kill many more, we definitely won’t get info.”
I pound the table, rattling everything sitting atop it. “I don’t give a shit who has to die. Cray Cray took Rowdy out, almost took Mellie, and he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”
“Which is?” Copper asks.
“If I knew that, none of this shit woulda happened!” I shout.
“Lyric,” Zombie says, settling his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t take your anger out on us. We’re on your side.”
I heave a sigh. “I know. It’s just…”
“Mellie isn’t safe until we sort this out,” Pastor comments, finishing my unspoken thought.
“It’s not just her,” I tell them. “None of us is safe as long as Cray Cray is among the living.”
“I’ve sent Marlene to her parents’ place in Seattle,” Pastor informs.
“Becs has been working crazy hours at the hospital, but I’ll get her set up at a hotel so she’s not here in the line of fire,” Copper says. “I tried to talk to her about leaving, but she refuses to take off work.”
“We’ll add extra security at the hospital for her,” I say. “If shit gets worse, she’ll have to leave, Cop. I won’t give her a choice.”
“Better you than me,” he says, only half joking.
“What about locking shit down?” Goose suggests.
“I don’t think we’re there yet.” I glance around the room. “Thoughts?”
“I agree,” Pilot says.
“Me, too,” Romeo and Boondock add simultaneously.
“We’ll revisit lockdown at every church meeting and decide as a club whether or not to move forward with it.”
“And in the meantime?” Zombie asks.
I huff out a humorless laugh. “In the meantime, we hunt Cray Cray down. Club business continues to proceed as normal, but there will be little to no downtime because it’ll be focused on that Shadow Sixes prick.”
“I’ll be flying out tomorrow,” Pilot states. “I shouldn’t be gone more than a day, but the cartel isn’t too keen on putting off the meet.”
