“Yep,” she said, popping thep.
“What took so long?” Saint asked. “It’s been a year. What took so long to start making moves?”
“I got sick,” she admitted. “Really sick. And then after I got better, I got a different kind of sick. It took me a while to figure out it was Type 1 diabetes. Then I was focusing on trying to figure out how to manage that. And getting Sugar…” she said, patting the dog’s head.
“Can I ask why you picked a dog over a continuous monitor?” Rook asked.
“The doctor asked that too. But I couldn’t exactly tell him that I was worried that the app that goes along with that might be able to create a trail that led right to me and any illegal activities I was carrying out. Sugar can’t snitch on me.”
“That’s some pretty good forethought,” Slash said. “So, you said that Roach broke into your place, right?”
“Yeah. I didn’t think they saw me, but someone must have.”
“How’d they find you, when we can’t find you?”
“I told two of the girls where to find me when I’d been trying to get them out. I’m assuming Roach leaned on them until they spilled it.”
“And you’re sure you didn’t leave any clues to where you might be going?”
“Seeing as I didn’t know where I was going until after they left, no. But, I mean, you have to assume they are looking into you guys now.”
“Why’s that?” Raff asked, pills rattling in a bottle as he got his dose of painkillers.
“Because they’re going to assume we are working together.”
“And now you’ve made it so we are,” Slash said.
“You need me if you want to take these guys out for trying to kill Colter.”
“And you need us because you stand no chance against them on your own now that they’re onto you,” Slash said.
“Not a pleasant situation for either of us,” she said. “But we have a mutual enemy. We have something to offer each other. It makes sense.”
“Yeah,” Slash agreed. “Alright. I guess we’re in this together. But I don’t find my men expendable, so we are going to need you to sit down and help us jot down everything you know about all these guys. And your girls.”
With that, she finally relaxed enough to take a seat.
Rook opened a notebook.
Then she started talking.
I stood back, a little bit in awe, at how easily she recalled details about the club.
She drew a map of the clubhouse.
She could practically place every single tree and bush on the property.
What she was lacking was information on how many men there were, how many women might be around, and how heavily armed they might be.
“That was kind of the mission the night you guys showed up,” she concluded, sitting back.
“Whoops,” Raff, still on his couch, said.
“Well, we still need that intel,” Slash said. “And it would be helpful if we had someone who could get a few of us in and out of the area without being seen,” he added with a pointed look toward Dylan.
“I already said I wanted help with this, not that I wanted you to take over. I expected to be a guide.”
“Good. I’ll figure out who I’m sending and—”
