That caught Dutch’s attention.
“You know who these guys are?”
Vance shook his head.“I knowhowthese guys are.But you do what you do, and we’ve got Brody looking into who owns thatwarehouse, running the plates of vehicles I took down, and the guys will begathering word we pick up on the street.When we get something, I’ll relay thatto you.”
Dutch nodded.
“We don’t got a lot of man hours to help you out with this,”Vance warned.“Your brothersgonnapitch in?”
Dutch had already decided.
He was not taking this to Chaos.
First, it’d have to be discussed at the table and voted on.And honest to God, after the nightmare his Club had been picking its waythrough for decades got sorted, and they finally were free and clear of all theshit that included drugs and guns and porn and whores, kidnappings and death,he did not know how that vote would go.
And he didn’t know how he’d feel if the vote didn’t go hisway.
Second, he also didn’t know what he would be asking them todo and how deep it would get.
They weren’t a highly trained, skilled, experiencedinvestigation team, like Nightingale.They were bikers.And they could takecare of business, they’d proved that often.But this was not riding close tothe bone where your motivation was keeping yourself breathing, your brothersthe same and your families safe.
But last, and most importantly, this was his.
It was his and Carlyle’s.
And for some reason he was not currently evaluating, hewanted it to stay that way.
At least for now.
“Don’t know what I’m asking them to do and it’ll need to gofor a vote,” Dutch told Vance.“So, until I know, not right now.”
Vance, who had pulled himself into Dutch’s passenger seatwhen Dutch met him there, gave him a chin lift before he looked beyond him,back toward the warehouse.
And then everything about the man changed.
This made Dutch return his attention to the warehouse.
And at what he saw, he was pretty fucking sure heexperienced his head exploding even if it didn’t actually explode.
Because first, she was there at all.
And second, she could get caught on camera, and then justgetcaught.
“Thefuck?”he bit out.
“Seems we’re not the only ones interested in this building,”Vance said.
Yup.
It seemed that way.
It also seemed he told a goddamned bitch of a journalistabout a tragic situation with a kid and she was tired of her beat, so she tookthe information he gave her and was looking into the black market in Denver.
He heard the fury in his tone, even as he watched her andfelt his heart start to race, as he said to Vance, “You go, I’ll take care ofher.”
“Take care of her?”Vance asked.
“I know her.She’s a journalist.Not thinking she’d nosearound this, I told her about it.”
