“You’re a Fed.”
She knew that fun fact. She carried the badge. She hunted the monsters.
She saw the victims who’d been left behind. She buried the dead. She…
Wanted vengeance.
“You think I don’t understand?” Gray’s voice lowered even as his face tensed. “You think I don’t have a profile on every single member of my team?”
Her hands gripped the chair’s armrests on either side of her body. “Judas Long had four open arrest warrants.” They had ID’d the guy not too long ago. “Because of me, he’s now behind bars. I think that makes for a pretty good night’s work.” As far as Gray having a profile on her…
She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what his profile would say.
“You’re still hunting,” Gray charged.
Aw, damn. She shrugged. Maybe she slumped a little in her chair.
“Agnes.” Flat. “You’re still hunting.”
Guilty. True story, she would be hunting until the day she died. Or until the day I bury the bastard who hurt me and killed my boyfriend.
“You know I’m looking for him, too,” Gray added. Because, of course, he was. This was Gray. “I’m searching for the perp based on the profile we built,” Gray added, because, yes, they had worked together to create a profile on the man she was after. She’d wanted Gray’s insight as she tried to understand the killer. Understanding him isn’t my goal. Eliminating him is. “We know the perp was most likely an MC member,” he continued. “Based on the tattoo work you described, he was more than just a regular MC. He was a Twin Cobra. Because they are the bastards who use the two-headed cobra tat to mark their members. But when you were attacked, you only saw the tat. You never saw the face of the man who hurt you. Hell, you really didn’t see anything but his tatted wrist…”
His wrist, yes, because she’d stared up as the knife had plunged down at her.
But she had seen more than just that.
The black helmet. The dark visor that completely covered his face. The dark, battered, leather coat that he wore. The coat I grabbed with my blood-covered hands. The black t-shirt. The jeans. The boots as he walked away and left me bleeding beside the dead body of my boyfriend.
“Agnes?”
She blinked. Her breath shuddered out. “He spoke to me.”
“The perp tonight? Uh, yeah?—”
“No. The man who attacked me all of those years ago.” As if she’d ever forget his voice or his words. “You know he did. If I could just get an in with the powerful MCs, if I could just get close, I could?—”
“That shit isn’t going to happen. We are talking about the Twin Cobras. They’re freaking shadows, Agnes. You know that. The Twins—if the stories are true—they are actually in the other MCs.”
She was aware. “The Twins are supposed to be the most vicious, hardened bikers out there. They are chosen because they show extreme potential.” Potential for violence and destruction. “But they have to prove themselves to get inside that secret, inner circle.”
“Some people are wannabes.” Gray kept his stare on her. “They heard the stories about the two-headed cobra tat. They get the ink to pretend that they are the most dangerous bastards out there.”
“Yeah, and then they wind up in the morgue because no wannabes are allowed in the Twins.” As if she didn’t understand this. She’d gone to plenty of morgues to look at bodies supposedly belonging to the notorious group. She’d never found a match for the tattoo on the man who’d come after her.
“The perp tonight could just be a dumb wannabe.”
Judas could certainly be. “Maybe. But he also tried to kill Cassius Striker a few nights back. Pair that up with the fact that Judas just tried to take out a Fed, and, to me, you’re talking Twin Cobra level work.”
Gray blinked. “He tried to kill Cassius?”
Um…
“How do you know about that?” Gray thundered.
Oh, the usual way. “I might have been in the bar at the time.” Did she need to say more? Hopefully not. Time to redirect her boss. “The inner circle of the Twins,” she said deliberately. “If I can get access, I know I can find the killer I’m after. No, more than that, I can help take down the whole group. They’re the worst of the worst. Criminals. Murderers. I just need to get?—”
“No.” He pushed his hands down on the desk as he leaned toward her. “You’re not going to just sashay into the MC world and somehow infiltrate the secretive Twins. That shit does not happen. Ever. Don’t you understand? No one has gotten in undercover with them. We’ve had agents who tried. The Bureau has been attempting to infiltrate the Twins for years. Any agents who get close are unmasked. Those agents vanish completely, or else we find pieces of them.”
