“Okay,” I told Glitch, cutting him off. “Can you print this out? Erase the evidence we were here?”
He gave me a look of disbelief. “Seriously? Did you just ask me that?”
I sighed. “Will you?”
He sat back down, tapped on the keyboard and got back to work. It wouldn’t take him long.
Jury leaned back against a filing cabinet that had a stack of papers on it and it listed to one side. “Shit.”
I glared at him as I stuck a hand out to catch the papers. She’d know for sure we were here if these were all out of order. “Quit touching shit.”
“I didn’t touch it,” he complained. “Much.”
“Just go outside. Keep a lookout.”
“Come on,” Warrant said, nudging him with his elbow. “I’ll go too.”
I left Glitch working at the computer and went into the room where she kept the bodies she worked on. The whole left side of the wall was taken up by morgue refrigerators. I opened the body drawers one at a time, looking for the man who’d been in the picture on the report. It took me opening five different drawers before I found him. I slid him all the way out.
Looking around, I grabbed a set of gloves from the box hanging on the wall nearby. I cursed as I tried to get the medium sized gloves on my massive hands. Extra larges were typically what I used. I managed to get them over my fingers and onto the top half of my hand and then just called it good. I poked around on the body, checking for any tattoos or distinguishing marks that Rae might have missed while she did her examination. Just like she’d put in the report, there was nothing. It was worth a shot, and gave me something to do while I waited.
I wasn’t sure what all Glitch was doing, probably going through more files to see if there were any other related reports, but by the time I went back to Rae’s office he was done. I looked around, trying to see if anything was out of place before we left the building, locking it up as we went.
I’d shotCypher a text and by the time we got back to the clubhouse he’d called church and our brothers had dragged their asses from their homes and back here.
“It’s late,” Rotor said, yawning as he sat down at the table.
“Messing up your beauty sleep?” Demo joked.
“Some of us need a solid ten hours,” Rotor replied with a shrug. “It’s better for everyone that way.”
“I swear, I don’t think you actually sleep, Demo,” Jury said, sitting down next to Rotor.
Demo shrugged. “I drink. It’s basically the same thing.”
I gave him a look of disbelief. “No the fuck it isn’t.”
He just shrugged again.
Cypher was scanning over Rae’s report, then handed it off to Scythe. “Walk us through it, Pyre.”
“Iron Circle is here,” I told him, shaking my head at Demo, then focusing on my president.
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. That report says the guy OD’d by swallowing a bag of Ecstasy. Small circular pills with a copper-tinged circle stamped on them.”
“Iron Circle,” Cynic said with a roll of his eyes. “Not exactly trying to hide shit are they?”
“No, they aren’t,” Warrant said. “Because they don’t know yet that we know they’re here.”
“That works to our advantage,” Cypher told us.
“Yeah, except it’ll take us months to search all the fucking places they could be cooking this shit up. And we’ll have to get lucky to see one of them dealing on the streets. Apparently this asshole,” Scythe held up the papers, “was too stupid to deserve to live. Swallowing that shit in a sandwich bag is asking to die.”
I nodded in agreement with Scythe’s assessment of the man’s lack of intelligence.
“Not so sure we’ll get that lucky a second time,” Cypher said in a voice that said he was considering all options.
