“Yeah,” a man answered on the second ring.
“Hello, is this Richard Dover?” I asked and was met with silence once again.
Finally, he sighed. “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for Ben. I believe he’s your son.”
“Yeah, he is,” he confirmed. “What has he done?”
“Nothing that I’m aware of. I found something that belongs to him, and I’m trying to get it back to him,” I said.
“I can only imagine what that might be,” he mumbled. “Listen, I don’t know where he is or how to get in touch with him.”
“What about friends or a girlfriend? Other relatives that I could ask?”
He ignored my question and asked one of his own. “Who am I speaking with?”
I decided to try a different tactic, hoping it would help. “I’m Game with the Blackwings MC.”
“Oh, this is great,” he said derisively. “Does Hook know about this? No, wait. Don’t answer that. I’m not getting in the middle of a gang war. I don’t know where Ben is. That’s all I have to say.” And with that, he hung up.
“Did he say Hook?” Spazz asked with a look of concern on his face.
“Yes, why?”
“Hang on,” he said as his fingers flew over his keyboard. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“What?” Landon and I demanded at the same time.
“I think your girl’s got a problem. A big one,” he said and turned the screen around to show us what looked like a mug shot. “This is Jordan Hooker, aka Hook. He’s the current leader of RFG.”
“RFG?” Landon asked.
“Reedy Fork Gang,” Spazz and I said in unison.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered. “This changes things.”
Spazz nodded in agreement while Landon sat in stunned silence.
“Are y’all saying Ben is involved in a gang?” Landon asked.
“We can’t say that for sure, but since both of his parents mentioned Jordan without being prompted, I think it’s probably safe to assume Ben’s affiliated in some way,” Spazz explained.
“The guns,” Landon whispered.
“What guns?” Spazz asked, his eyes darting between me and Landon.
“Blakely found two boxes full of guns when we moved Ben’s stuff earlier. It’s why we went back. To move them out of the apartment and back to the storage unit.”
“Does Copper know?”
I shook my head. “Not yet.”
“You need to tell him. Like right now,” Spazz insisted.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and inhaled deeply. “Yeah, I know. I mean, I will. Just, give me a second to figure out what to tell Blakely.”
“You can figure that out after you talk to Copper. Come on, I’ll go with you so he doesn’t have to call me in there to look up stuff five minutes later,” he said and turned his attention to Landon. “You’re welcome to wait in here while we’re gone.”
