“He is.”
I speak carefully to make sure I get it right. “He has an ol’ lady, but he’s also sleeping with the wife of somebody important enough that nobody’s stopping the Kin from expanding their meth operation.”
Stoney stares me down. “They have someone on the inside? Who?”
“They didn’t know her name, but her husband is paralyzed or has a problem with a leg.”
“Huh.” He glances back at the club, then at me. “You want to come with me? We better talk to Iron Jack about this.”
I look down at my clothes. Sweats, hoody, tennis shoes. I guess I’m okay to go. “All right.”
He unlatches his spare helmet. “Let’s go.”
It’s bliss to be back on the road after several days stuck at the club. Stoney rides as smoothly as Merrick, even though holding on to him isn’t nearly as fun.
We pull up to the Leaky Skull. It’s late afternoon, so there’s a decent number of cars and bikes, but it’s not crowded.
Inside, Diesel and Jake work the bar with Vicki. A woman I don’t recognize sits at the bar. Diesel keeps smiling at her and laughing. Who is that? Symphony might have a cow if she saw this.
I watch them so intently that I ram into a chair, making a screeching sound.
Stoney shakes his head and steers me toward one of the booths in the corner. Iron Jack is holed up with Merrick with a map laid out in front of them.
Iron Jack lifts an eyebrow when he sees me, but I scarcely look at him, so happy to see Merrick.
He gives me a slow grin. “Not your usual bar outfit.”
I glance down at my sweats. “I didn’t get to change.”
Stoney slides onto a seat. “Out with what you know, Mouse.”
I’m not sure if I’m supposed to sit or not, but then Merrick pulls me onto his lap. This gets the attention of the woman at the bar, who openly watches us.
I try to ignore her. “I talked to Christina and Jami today. They had some information I thought you should know.” I repeat everything they told me.
Iron Jack sits forward. “I know exactly who they’re talking about. We thought the sheriff’s wife was stepping out with the Kin, but now, we can put it together.” He turns to Stoney. “Blow that information up. Get it to his staff through the network. Someone will tell him. He’ll put her on lockdown. That’ll put them all on edge before tomorrow night. They’ll make more mistakes if they think they’ve lost their ace in the hole.”
Stoney smacks the table. “On it. As soon as I have a beer.”
But as he slides out to head to the bar, that woman who was talking to Diesel stands in the way.
I glance up. Maybe now I’ll figure out who she is.
“You can sit,” Iron Jack says, and there’s a note in his voice I’ve never heard before.
She waits for Stoney to leave and takes his spot across from us. “You all look so serious.”
I realize she’s vaguely familiar. But from where?
Then I have it.
“You’re Greta!” I say.
She snags a peanut from a bowl on the table and raises her eyebrows. “I am. I remember you from Bailey’s wedding.”
This is Merrick’s sister! The one he and Deisel took home and kicked out her good-for-nothing husband.
Oh, shit. And I’m wearing sweats and have helmet hair. I tug on my hoodie self-consciously.
