Just after 9pm when Heather’s shift ends, Billy and TJ roll up in a panel van with two prospects following in a second one.
I stroll outside and meet them in the parking lot.
Heather’s going back to the clubhouse with the prospects to spend some time with her son while Billy, TJ and I take a turn searching San Jose for those assholes.
I walk her to the van to kiss her goodbye. Cupping her face, I smile into her eyes. “How’d it go tonight?”
“It was hard work, and my feet hurt.” She makes a pouty face.
“You’ll live. Did you notice anything suspicious?”
“Not yet. I doubt they’re going to do it with you sitting in the corner watching them.”
“I didn’t see anything either,” I admit. “Least you get to see Tucker tonight. We’ll stay at the clubhouse tonight. When’s your next shift?”
“Same time tomorrow, three to nine.”
“The prospects will take you to the clubhouse.”
A frown forms on her face. “Where are you going?”
“Got some business to take care of with the boys.”
She searches my eyes. “You’re going after Snake, aren’t you?”
“Just trying to get a location on him. It’s better if we know where he is.”
“Please be careful.”
“That’s why we’re taking the van. He won’t see or hear our bikes comin’.”
“I’ll still worry.”
I press a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t. We’ll be fine.”
One of the prospects opens the passenger side door for her and waits.
“Let me see your phone.”
“Why?” she asks but unlocks it and passes it over.
I find a text from me and click on my face, then pressShare My Location, and pass it back to her. “Text me when you get there,” I tell her, then duck my head and speak to the prospect driving. “Use a back route and call in if anyone is following you. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“This is precious cargo, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I help her in, then reach across to buckle her belt and give her one last kiss. Then pull back and wink.
Even though I know she’s worried, she manages a small smile for me.
Shutting the door, I hear the locks click, and the prospect pulls out.
I join TJ and Billy, and we roll out behind them, splitting off at the light.
“How’s she doing?” TJ asks.
