“Been there every night for the last two weeks.”
“Meaning he’ll likely be there tonight,” I say more to myself.
“Precisely.”
I look back at Anastacia. There is a smile on her face as she watches Lucian talk to Dorothea.
“We can tell her it’s club business. It’s not entirely a lie,” he suggests.
I look back at Snapper. He’s such a complex person. I’m not sure anyone, not even Lucian, could understand everything that goes on in his head. He’s quiet, calculated, and sharp as a tack. Not only with his mind but with his words.
I nod, taking another swig of my beer.
“I’m going with you,” he adds.
“That’s not necessary.”
“It is, actually.” He grabs a bottle of whiskey, pouring a small amount into two cups. “He’s had guys with him.” He sips from one and holds the other in his hand. “At least two. One day last week, there were three. I’d ask Shark to come, but it’s better we do this on our own. The less involved, the better.”
Shark is on that same page, so I have to agree.
“Also, we should… be discreet. Just in case there’s some shady shit going on with the Iron Runners.”
“If we don’t, then we’ll find out sooner rather than later if there is shady shit going on,” I say.
His gaze flicks to Coyote, who is in the far corner, talking on the phone.
“No, I think we let it play out how he wants.”
“I thought you trusted him?”
“My brother does, and I trust my brother. But I’m… hesitant.”
“I respect that.”
“We all should be,” he says firmly before walking away.
Leave it to Snapper to be cryptic as hell.
There are two lamps in this parking lot. Both are busted. Which is to my benefit. The only light is the sign above the door, letting us know this piece of shit dive bar is calledShotgun Sally’s.The darkness hides my truck well in the back corner of the lot, furthest away from the building. There’s nothing else around us, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. Time will tell.
There are three cars and two bikes in the lot, none of which are occupied. The only windows on the building are those tiny rectangle ones on the top part of the wall, so we can’t see shit from here. Every now and then we hear someone cackling though.
“Kinda wanna know what’s so funny,” I say when someone’s laugh reaches us.
“Fuck them,” is Snapper’s response.
I click the side button on my phone to light up the screen so I can check the time, then quickly click it again so the screen shuts off.
“Should be closing in ten minutes.”
“Yeah. Should…”
It takes twenty minutes for the first people to leave. A man and a woman who stumble their way to a beat up Toyota not far from the front door. When they start it, I’m pretty sure it can be heard all the way back in Pinehaven. That thing needs an exhaust.
“They’re going to wake up the entire fucking town,” I mutter.
“No goddamn respect.”
