"We're gonna be fine." Allison grins over at me.
It's been a couple of days since Principal Harrison brought Whiskers over, and each day Allison is getting better than she was before. Which is why Devil and I are leaving them together tonight.
"If you need anything, you know how to get a hold of us." I throw her a wink as I hold up my cell phone.
"Y'all go do whatever it is you need to do," Dani yells toward them. "We'll be perfectly fine without you."
"Oh I'll remember that shit," Devil laughs, lifting his eyebrows up.
Dani blows him a kiss, and the two of them basically shove us out the door.
I can hear them laughing as we walk to our bikes, and it makes the tightness that's been in my chest ease. Allison's laugh has been rare these last few days, and hearing it now reminds me of why I'm doing all of this. Why I've spent years undercover, why I'm willing to risk everything to bring down the Rebels and whoever's helping them.
"She's doing better," Devil says as he swings his leg over his bike.
"Yeah, she is." I pull on my helmet. "Thanks for giving us the space we needed."
"That's what brothers do." He starts his engine. "Now let's go handle this shit so she can keep getting better without worrying about what's coming next."
The ride to Saint's Outlaws garage takes about fifteen minutes. The streets are quiet this time of night, most of the town already tucked in for the evening. But the garage is lit up, and I can see Lee's bike parked out front.
We pull in and kill our engines. The garage is closed to the public, but the lights in the back office are on. Lee's waiting for us there, and from the look on his face, he's got something.
"Dime, Devil," he greets us as we walk in. He's got a notebook in front of him, and he looks tired. Kid's been putting in serious hours on this surveillance.
"Lee." Devil nods at him. "What've you got?"
Lee flips open the notebook, and I can see pages of notes, times, locations. The prospect's been thorough, I'll give him that. "I've been tailing Logan like you asked. Kid doesn't go many places. School, home, sometimes to his buddy's house on the east side."
"But?" I can hear the 'but' coming.
"But three times in the last four days, he's gone to a warehouse on the south end of town. You know the old Strather place?"
I exchange a look with Devil. The Strather warehouse has been abandoned for years, or at least that's what everyone thinks. It's in a part of town where nobody goes unless they're up to no good. Back in the day, they used to store Moonshine in it.
"I know it," Devil says. "What's he doing there?"
"That's the thing. He goes in, stays for maybe twenty minutes, then leaves. But he's not the only one going in and out of that place." Lee flips a page in his notebook. "I've seen at least four different guys that match the description of Rebels members going in and out over the last few days."
My hands curl into fists. "You sure they're Rebels?"
"Pretty sure. One of them had the patch on his back. The others, I couldn't see clearly enough, but they rode in together, parked their bikes behind the building where they can't be seen from the road."
"What else?" Devil asks, leaning against the desk.
"There's been shipments. At least two that I've seen. Trucks pulling up, unloading crates, then leaving. I couldn't get close enough to see what was in the crates without blowing my cover, but whatever it is, they're being careful about it."
"How big were the crates?" I ask.
Lee holds his hands about two feet apart. "About this size. Not huge, but not small either. Could be anything from weapons to drugs to fucking electronics for all I know."
Devil runs a hand over his face. "And Logan's going in there on the regular?"
"Three times in four days, yeah. Always around the same time, too. Between seven and eight at night."
"That's not random," I say. "Kid's got a schedule, which means he's involved in whatever's happening there."
"That's what I figured." Lee closes the notebook. "I got pictures too, if you want to see them."
