“Before we vote, we need to talk a minute about Dutchgoin’ to fuckin’ Nightingale before he brought thisto his brothers,” Arlo declared, interrupting what Dutch was saying in order todo it.
“There aren’t enough words in the English language todescribe what a massive waste of time that would be,”Shyreplied.
“There are less of them to describe how little I care,”Chill added.
“Are we evengonnawaste timevoting?I mean, this kid is out there looking for his dad’s killer and he mighthave a target on his back,” Boz stated.
“My vote is in,” Hop said.
“Same,” High grunted.
“Totally,” Dog said.
“Dutch hasn’t even told us what he wants from us,” Rushpointed out.
Dog looked to Dutch and asked, “You want uswadin’ in?Sortin’ out thisfucked-up mess for this kid?”
He hadn’t quite gotten to that part, but to put a point onit in order to get a move on, he answered, “Yeah.”
Dog turned back to Rush.“Again, in.”
“I’m in,” Snap added.
“Me too.”That was Roscoe.
“Obviously.”And that was Jag.
“Dad, youwannaget off yourphone?”Rush suggested to the man sitting at his left.
“Son, I’m texting Slim.Want him to get his hands on thecasefile,” Tack replied.
Slim, also known as Brock Lucas, one of Tack’s best friends,even if he was a cop.
That meant Tack was in.
This coming from Tack—one of the originals,theoriginal, who took the Club off the trajectory to hell they were riding andbrought them back from the deep, which meant he’d been in the trenches with theothers all along the way—Dutch dropped his head and looked at his lap.
“Hound?”Rush called.
“Boy, yougottaeven look at me?”Hound asked from his usual place when they sat the table, that being notsitting, but holding up the back wall with his wide shoulders.
“That means in,” Jagger translated.
“No shit?”Hop sounded entertained.
“Arlo, you over your tantrum?”Rush asked.
“Fuck you and yes,” Arlo answered.“I’m in.”
“Joker, Shy, Chill?”Rush prompted.
“In.”Joke.
“In.”Shy.
“In.”Chill.
“Do I even have to ask you, Pete?”Rush queried.
