That wasn’t good. If he started his drug operation back up in Sentinel it wasn’t likely to be pot. Not since it was discovered the first time and wiped out. Ecstasy would be easier to conceal and he knew that whoever—us—had taken out his crew would be watching the areas they set up to grow in. He could find new spots to manufacture Ecstasy that didn’t require fields.
I could tell from my brother’s faces they were all processing what Glitch was saying and coming to the same conclusions. It would be a bitch to get him out of here if that happened. And worse, if he started selling here, we’d see a spike in crime and death.
“I’ll talk to Owen,” Warrant said.
“What’re you going to tell him?” Rotor asked.
Warrant shrugged. “I’ll think of something.”
“In the meantime, I’m putting you guys back on patrols through town,” Cypher said. “Warrant, Scythe make up a schedule. Keep your eyes open for anything new,” he told the rest of us. “Glitch will be keeping an eye on things in Cheyenne, but one way or another Dolan will be coming here.”
“Why not take the fight to him?” Jury asked. “Go on the offensive.”
“On the off chance we’re wrong,” Demo answered instead. “Why start shit so close to home?”
“He’s building a fucking army,” Cypher said. “He’s planning on fighting. I’d rather have the home field advantage. Plus, we can lure him out into areas without so many fucking people. We go to Cheyenne, there’s going to be casualties, collateral damage. I’m not willing to risk that.”
“Not to mention the police force is a lot larger there,” Warrant said. “Harder to evade the cops than it would be to deal with them here.”
“Makes sense,” Jury replied with a sigh. “I’m just fucking sick of waiting.”
“Same, Brother,” Cypher told him. “But for now, it’s our best bet. If anything changes, we’ll bring the fight to him.”
Everyone nodded in agreement. I listened as Cypher finished up church, waiting until it was over and I could start phase one of my plan.
Groaningas Jury threw an arm over my shoulder, I scowled at him as he fell in step beside me.
“Where we going?”
“Wearen’t going anywhere,” I told him, then sighed as Rotor came into view in my peripheral. “What are you even fucking doing here?”
I’d left the minute Cypher had released us, trying to evade both Warrant and Demo before they could follow me. I didn’t need their brand of ‘help’ with what I was about to do. During that escape attempt I somehow picked up the interest of these two assholes.
How does no one in this club mind their own fucking business?
“Saw you sneaking out,” Rotor said with a shrug. “Looked like you could use some help.”
“Nope. Don’t need help,” I told him. “You can head out.”
“Nah,” Jury said, squeezing his arm and pulling me closer. “We have nothing better to do.”
“I believe it,” I muttered. He just grinned at me.
“So what are we doing?” Rotor asked again.
“I think I know,” Jury said with a sly grin.
“Fuck off. I don’t-” I broke off when my target came out of the pet store.
She’d used her back to open the door and was walking backward as she said goodbye to whoever she’d been talking to. She was holding a box in her arms.
“Knew it,” Jury chuckled. “He’s got a thing for death chick.”
“Course he does,” Rotor said, as though everyone knew that and Jury was a dumbass for reiterating it.
“Stop calling her death chick,” I growled at him.
“We will when you give her another nickname,” Jury said.
