“Probably, because the EMTs all stated he was laughing when they arrived, and was talkative.All about stupid things, no confessions or anything helpful.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, he went on the list of people to watch.”
“Does the task force know about him?”
“Yeah, Dawson was the one to add him.”
“Dawson?”Paul played dumb.He wanted to know how forth coming Warran would be about his boss.
“My pain in the ass boss.He puts all these names on the list for us to check out, but when it comes down to issuing warrants, or go in for an arrest, somehow it always backfires.”Warren leaned in to whisper.“Personally, I believe Dawson is on the take with these bikers.There’s nothing I can prove, but it’s my gut screaming that he’s involved somehow.”
Paul looked at him, and made a quick decision.“When’s your next day off?”
“Tomorrow?I had the entire weekend off, why?”
“My place at ten?”
“With or without Sally?”
“I prefer without.”
Warren studied him for several minutes, and only nodded.“Ten.”
“Ten.”They went back to watching the crowd, and then changed positions.Thankfully, Paul wore his button camera, and he had all this heavy drug activity on video.He’d download it when he got home to have it on file.
“Find the girls?”Paul asked after he finished his beer, and they were almost out of the tent when someone called out to them.
“Psycho!”Someone called, and Paul turned to see Ted, the president of Iron Men approach.He had been one of the ones that produced a bag or two of white powder and had snorted a few lines.
“What’s up, Ted?”Paul said.
“Did you hear about Eddie?”
Paul played dumb.“Eddie?”
“The wannabe that you took out with your chain at the Vultures event a few months back.You left here with his old lady.”
“Ah, that guy, no, what happened to him.”
“After he woke in the field, he was fit to be tied.Heard he went after his old lady, still can’t remember her name, then he came back to me, Scott, and others to question us.We told him nothing, just that we saw her leave the field.That was it, not that she rode out of here on the back of a bike.”He sipped his beer, and shrugged.“I owed that wannabe nothing, so I didn’t give him anything.It was great when we didn’t hear from him for weeks.”
“Okay, but what does that mean if I heard about him.”
“Oh, sorry,” he laughed as he weaved, and Paul noticed the size of his pupils, a sure indication that he was higher than a kite.“He disappeared, and I don’t know, and didn’t care where he went.As long as he wasn’t bugging the piss out of me, I didn’t care.”
“Okay,” Paul said to encourage him to continue.“What happened?”
“It was all over the news this morning.He moved up north of here, up in Minnesota.Saw it on the news that both ATF and DEA raided his place.They brought him out in cuffs.”He grinned, and shrugged, not apologetic at all.“I started celebrating with a few lines before I came here.Best thing I’ve ever seen on TV to have that asshole arrested by the Feds.”
“I know I probably shouldn’t ask this, but do you have anything to fear?”
“About?”
“Eddie saying anything to the Feds about you?”
“Nope, because no matter what I did in the past, or do in the future, I’ve never, not once talked to him about it.Whenever he got out of hand, my strikers removed him from my sight.I know you said you’re going to start your own club, so you know that wannabe’s aren’t allowed in the patch room.That’s what the strikers are for.Security.”
