“Since when?” Cue asked.
“Cypher gave the girls notice yesterday, and they have until tonight to get their stuff out. I need a few of you there monitoring everything. Any volunteers?” Ace’s nonchalant attitude about closing one of their monthly income makers caught everyone off guard and seemed highly suspicious.
“Wait.” Gent spun in his chair, eyeing the president and VP. “We’re closing it down without a club vote?”
Ace sighed. “Yeah.”
Oak snorted. “How about a fucking explanation? Can we get one of those?”
Ace clasped his hands, scanning the room and all the brothers. “Reyna hasn’t shown up at the motel, and she’s not answering any of our calls. As of two days ago, her phone has been disconnected. At first we thought she was dodging us because she didn’t want to catch shit for the poker night with Cleo. But we’ve gotten some new information since then, which looks like we might have a big fucking problem with Reyna.”
Wraith pushed off the wall and closed in on the table.
“What problem?”
“When she disconnected her phone, we opened her room at the motel. She obviously wasn’t there, but neither was any of her shit. Prospects hadn’t noticed her moving out or seen her since her last shift. I had Cypher check the cameras to see when she’d come back in after the poker night.” Ace paused. “She didn’t. But the two days before while she was working, she slowly moved her stuff out.”
Cypher cleared his throat. “She took things to her car between clients. It wasn’t enough to raise red flags until I watched the footage of her doing it all of Saturday and then again on Sunday. Which means when she met up with Cleo on Monday? She knew she wasn’t coming back to the motel.”
Fuck!
“Did you check her apartment?” Ghost sidled up next to Wraith.
Cross nodded. “Ace and I went a few days ago. It’s cleared out with the month fully paid. Spoke to the landlord. She gave notice last month.”
“So where the fuck is she?” Oak asked.
“We don’t know. Got Cypher trying to track her, but she’s being smart. Not leaving a paper trail.”
“Why the fuck did she leave?” Cue asked.
Cross pointed to Wraith. “We’re gonna need you tonotlose your shit. Think you can do that?”
“No.” Wraith snarled. “Now, fucking tell me what you know.”
Ace straightened in his chair. “We think she was trying to set Cleo up.”
“For what?” Cue asked.
“Don’t know, but everything we got points to it.” Ace sighed. “I asked Cleo for the name of the client they were going to meet up with. She only knew his first name, but Cypher was able to go through the files on the clients. Only one Evan has ever come to the motel. Evan Schueller.”
“You got an address?” Wraith growled.
He was prepared to ride out. He’d get the information they needed by any means necessary.
“Yeah, but we already paid him a visit.” Cross said.
What the fuck was going on?
“Since when is half the club kept in the dark with club business?” Oak was sharing the same anger as all those who were in the same position.
Ace knocked his hand on the table. “This isn’t club business. It’s about Cleo. Cross and I decided to bring Cypher in to use his technical skills to try and gather information.”
“This is fucked up, Ace.” Gent shook his head.
“If I had told you, I was running the risk of you telling Wraith.”
“Yeah, asshole. He’s got a right to fucking know when it comes to Cleo.”
