Volt shifted in his seat. “What are you really telling us here, Turk?”
“It’s going to be difficult to get the drop on him. And even if we do, it’s likely to get very bloody.”
Patch cleared his throat. “There’s no chance he’ll clear the debt since it was her momma’s?”
“Not a chance,” Turk said.
Punc added, “Savannah said he doesn’t care. From the very brief phone conversation I had with him yesterday, helikedthat she owed him the money now. Had no idea Beth had another daughter in her twenties.”
Cal let out an angry sigh. “That asshole needs a fuckin’ lesson.”
Blood leaned into his forearms on the table. “Do we know anything else about his business?”
Turk nodded. “He has three vape shops that do double duty as fronts, and he deals drugs off of 103rd Street, west of Old Middleburg Road.”
“That’s probably how Savannah’s dad knows him, he lives in that general area.”
Volt tapped the table with his finger. “You mentioned finding merchandise. Where is it?”
“It’s still at Savannah’s. We moved it out of the garage, but I’d rather get it out of the house. If the cops are looking for it, then it could incriminate Savannah.”
Blood nodded. “You’re right. When we’re done here, Cal and I can move the boxes to the storage facility. Pretty sure there’s an empty unit we can use.”
“Thanks, man,” Punc said.
“Can any of it be resold?” Volt asked.
Punc shook his head. “Not for much money. The bags and cups are blatant knockoffs. My guess is the dolls are, too, and those probably have the least value.”
Patch sat next to Volt with an iPad in front of him. He swiped at the screen. “We can’t afford to pay her loan, and after hearing about this asshole, I wouldn’t want to.”
“Right. I don’t want the club to do that either, even if that’s what I told Volt initially. Hearing more from Turk, I’ve changed my mind on that. I’d rather beat the shit out of this asshole and force him to move on.”
Blood stroked his fingers along the sides of his goatee. “I miss the days when we killed assholes like this for far less.”
Punc couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Then why don’t we?”
A wry smile twisted Blood’s lips. “I doubt your woman will be down with that. Besides, the cops are paying close attention to us after Ava’s attack and Prime posting bail, which is going to increase when Prime fails to appear.”
Yak looked at Turk. “This guy ever go to parties or shit? Surely, he hangs somewhere.”
Turk shook his head. “I don’t keep this asshole’s social calendar, man.”
Yak nodded patiently. “I get that. What I’m saying is a few of us hit up the same party as this asshole, we find a way to get him arrested.”
Cal frowned. “Assuming that’s successful, if it were me, I’d post bail, get out, demand my paymentsandincrease the vig.”
Punc was reminded of Tundra’s words the last time he was in this room.How are we at an impasse with this?
“I don’t want to sound impatient, but am I on my own with this? I’m claiming Savannah and I’ll be damned if she hands over another dollar to this fucker. And nothing is happening to her sister because of it.”
“We’re with you,” Volt said, then turned to Turk. “Do you know where he lives?”
“No, but he’s known for hitting a bar out at the beach every Friday.”
Volt turned his head a fraction. “Does he own it?”
Turk shook his head. “No.”
