Bishop took his time beating the shithead.He’d only bruised a few ribs when the door opened and Forge stepped in, a steno pad tucked under one arm.
“Oh, good.I made it before it was too late.”Forge moved to stand next to Bulldog.“Here’re the things Hammer wants us to find out.Winter isn’t the first woman he’s pulled this shit with.And from what we can tell, she’s lucky she got some help, because this fucker doesn’t know when to stop.We’re going to need to take the gag off, though, so we can get some answers.”
“What do you mean?”Bishop asked.
“Hammer found five other women this asshat has been linked to, who have disappeared in the last six years.”
“Five women in six years and he’s still free?”Ashes asked.
“Seems like the boys in blue can’t find enough evidence for the county attorney who is willing to press charges and risk not getting a conviction.”
Bishop nodded, knowing they’d need to get some answers on the other women.Bishop wasn’t sure how they’d get information out to the people who needed to know.Those women’s families should know what happened to them, even if they were left wondering if their killer would ever be caught.
“Cut the gag.”Bishop jerked his head toward the bound man.
Ashes got up, pulled a knife from the back of his belt, and cut the gag.
“Give us the first name,” Bishop said swinging the bludgeon again to slap the palm of his other hand.
“Brittney James.”
“What can you tell me about Brittney, Fuckwad?”Bishop asked, smacking his hand with the bludgeon again.
“Never heard of her,” Fuckwad said, blinking up at him.
Bishop let the bludgeon swing, hitting him in the ribs again.
“That doesn’t seem to be doing much.Maybe I should grab the pliers.”Bulldog stepped toward the table where the tools sat.“Should we start with fingernails or teeth?”
“Can’t take the teeth until we get the answers we need,” Forge spoke up.
“Better start with the fingernails,” Bishop said, watching fear cross Fuckwad’s face.
Good.Maybe he would talk sooner rather than later.It wouldn’t save him, but it might make his death at least a little easier.Maybe.That would depend on how badly the idiot pissed him off before it was time to end it all.
****
Four hours later, Bulldogand Bishop left the pit.They stopped and showered in the back of the shop, pulling on a pair of the overalls they kept there for while they were working, then their cuts on top of that, before heading back to the clubhouse.
“I’ll send Morgue out to take care of everything,” Bulldog said as he locked the door to the shop.
Bishop nodded.He was already thinking about Winter.What had she been doing while he was here?Had she given up on him and gone to bed?
He got to the front door of the clubhouse, took a few steps and paused, scanning the room.It only took him a moment to spot Winter, stretched out on one of the recliners, asleep, her e-reader lying facedown on her chest.He found himself smiling as he went to the bar and glanced at Billy.
Bulldog headed down the hall toward his office.Bishop suspected he’d talk to Hammer and the two of them would do some digging before they hatched a plan.If what that fucker had told them was true, they didn’t have long to rescue the last girl he’d kidnapped.He claimed he’d been taking care of her and that he wouldn’t have killed her until he had Winter, but how much of that could be trusted.Bishop suspected the girl was already dead but they’d have to go check, if only to be safe.
“How long’s she been like that?”He tilted his head toward Winter.
“About an hour.I suggested she go up to the room when she started looking tired, but she said she was waiting up for you.”
“Stubborn woman.”Bishop shook his head, pushed off the bar, and headed for her.He stood over the chair staring down at her for a moment.He loved that she looked so at peace, that she was comfortable and felt safe enough to sleep right here in the middle of the common room in what he considered his home.
He scooped her up, settled her so she was curled against him, and headed for the stairs.She stirred as he reached the third floor and headed for their room.
“What?When did you get back?”she mumbled.
“A few minutes ago.”
