He drags a hand through his hair. “I get it. Since the club bought this place, Ray’s been a dick, and now this bullshit. This place just ain’t the same.” With that, he throws his apron down and stalks out.
“Is he quitting?” I ask Jackie.
“Aaron quits about once a month. Don’t worry about it. He’ll be back tomorrow.”
A motorcycle rolls onto the lot, and I turn and see Cody.
“Well, there’s the club. You gonna tell him?”
“Yeah.”
When Cody walks through the door, I meet him just inside. “I don’t want you to freak out. I’m okay.”
“What happened?” His expression is instantly concerned.
“Someone broke into the apartment,” Jackie tells him for me, and his eyes flick to her, then back to me.
“When?” He’s already striding for the stairs, and I follow him as he takes the steps two at a time.
He sees the broken glass and open door, lifts the blinds, then drops them with a clatter. “He came up the fire escape. Son-of-a-bitch. Was he here when you came in the door?” I nod, and Cody looks like he wants to murder someone. “Did he touch you? Did you see who it was?”
“It wasn’t Snake. He was shorter and stockier, dressed in black with a ski mask and gloves. He pushed me against the wall and covered my mouth.” And then I drop the bomb. “I think it was Ray.”
“Ray?” Cody’s brow shoots up. “The fucking manager, Ray?”
“Yes. I caught him stealing tonight. He took money for a drink, pretended to ring it up and then shoved it in his pocket instead. He caught me watching him. He knows I know. The man wore the same cologne, and he said, ‘Do you know how easily I could end you?’”
“And you’re sure it was him?”
“I’m pretty sure. I mean, I didn’t see his face, but it sounded like him.”
“He’s a dead man,” Cody says in a voice I’ve never heard before.
“You’re frightening me.”
“Nothing to be frightened of, babe. Grab your stuff. We’re staying at the clubhouse tonight.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Cody—
“What are we gonna do?” I ask, looking around the table of my brothers in the meeting room at the clubhouse.
“Could it be Snake and his buddy?” Crash asks.
“She says it wasn’t Snake. His build was different.”
Cole glances at Wolf for confirmation.
“Those two are still tracking on I40. They’ve been running up and down the interstate all week.”
Crash frowns. “You don’t find that odd?”
Wolf shrugs and looks at Cole, who seems to consider it, then leans forward in his chair. “Check it right now.”
Wolf rolls his eyes but pulls out his phone.
While he’s doing that, Cole stares at Shane. “What do we know about this manager, Ray?”
